An Old Gate

The grounds of Scotney castle in Kent

Nobody opens me any more. Nothing comes in and nothing goes out. I stand as still and straight as the two sentinels alongside me.

6 thoughts on “An Old Gate

    • Thank you for your kind words, LuAnne. I too feel there’s just something about gates. I think for me they speak of the entries and exits in life – like portals into and out of experiences.

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