Epitafios in Hydra

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I don’ t want to speak about Easter days. For me, these days, this week, this day, is better captured in silence. I am home again, in an island again, surrounded by the smell of fresh oregano and sage. Grateful for the presence of all the familiar faces that I will see tonight at the village church and for traditions that traveled through time to make me feel moved as always on Good Friday.

photography by christos drazos