one year on, remembering Tim Hetherington

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush.

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye.

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Tim's latest work is showing at the Yossi Milo Gallery  (New York) until May 19th

Yossi Milo Gallery. 245 Tenth Avenue New York .USA

Solo Exhibition of Tim Hetherington's work from Liberia and Afghanistan.

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