“You are my winter suddenness—a glass of red wine spilt across a white tablecloth” — john j geddes Attraction Copy Share Image
“This will be a winter so desolate, only memory can fill the emptiness” — john j geddes Copy Share Image
“you know the way of the wind in the night—the desolate alleys my soul takes” — john j geddes Desolation Copy Share Image
“the fragrance of pine resin is frankincense poured out—a balm of stars and snow and moonlit nights” — john j geddes Christmas Copy Share Image
