PHYLLIS CARTER'S JOURNAL
Building Camelot One Essay At A Time
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
I AM NOT OLD
I am the retrospective
Of my life as art
I am the hours
Connected like dots
Into good sense
I am the fullness
Of existing.
You think I am waiting to die…
But I am waiting to be found
I am a treasure.
I am a map.
And these wrinkles are
Imprints of my journey
Ask me anything.
Samantha Reynolds
Photo: Riitta Ikonen
And Norwegian photographer Karoline Hjorth
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