In the summer heat and wind off Lake Michigan,there was a force that laid hands on the soon to be departed, about to be carried away to his internal self, after his Last Picnic provided nourishment for the journey he was about to begin. He turned and told me how to find the Lord, if only would seek Him out, He would be there for me. The light of God on the head of the already fallen.
Leaves blew past gently and then there was silence. He was gone.
Hand-tinted black and white photograph © by Bennett Hall July 1976, Chicago
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