How she longed to get out of that dark hall and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head through the doorway. “Oh,” said Alice, “how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only knew how to begin.”
Out of that Dark Hall and Wander is a love poem dedicated to Alison.
August 2017 | Fixed Media, Stereo