In Memoriam—Firestone Feinberg (1951-2020)

b''h The Tourist My pen is dry — it's out of ink, My paper's brown with age, But still I'll write — or so I think — At least another page. It need not be pure poetry, Neither perfect prayer, But just a word to tell someone That once I traveled here. © 2018 Firestone Feinberg	Click to view gallery
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