Liv Laumenech outside St. Mary’s Cathedral

A Man Went Innocently Travelling

A Man went innocently travelling,
In search of ‘what was in store’.
One day, he passed through a graveyard,
To tune in to the silent symphony
And to ponder the familiar obsolescences;
He thought the Druid of Time had left.
Yet gleaning the few letters
That signposted passed souls,
Above all the noise and memories maze
He finally heard:
The Accent of Origin,
Melting like all dusty bones
And finally understood that
The Royal Circle
Had brought him to his homestead door.

– Liv Laumenech

Photographs by Liv Laumenech

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