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Deborah Beauchamp
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About Deborah Beauchamp
OFF THE BLACK BRIDGE by Deborah Beauchamp Her hair lifted up to the wind, and her white dress bellowed like a sail as her tiny porcelain feet slipped through the cold dark veil. Shadows above ran away, away from their sins, trying not to hear the whisper of a splash like muted violins. A gold locket shone weakly in the faint moonlight, as the crickets sang Goodnight daughter, Goodnight. Deborah Beauchamp is a photographer and writer. Reflections Off The Black Bridge Reassurance Swan Love Two Horses Blue