A woman speaks… camera scripta, camera picta… a room…
When the day is done
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done.
When the night is cold
Some get by but some get old
Just to show life’s not made of gold
When the night is cold.
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Inspired by poetry, art, life, imperfections, music, nature, dreams and antiques.
Believes that things should not be in small drawers inside large closets.
As we live our lives forwards, but understand them backwards (as Kierkegaard says).
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