And if you see him, tell him I miss him in a language he’ll understand.
Ask him to stop the roaring of my mind.
Tell him I miss the fog that was wrapped around me.
Tell him he’s my twin, my muse and my best friend.
And that I hope we will be friends again, friends; muddy and crawling from one side of England to another.
P.S. This is the first shoot I’ve produced in my new darkroom, Huzzah!