A woman speaks… camera scripta, camera picta… a room…
… how did it go so
you’ll say as we are looking back
and then we’ll understand
we held gold dust
(Tori Amos, Gold Dust)
Beatiful, as usual. Gold dust in your hands. 🙂
Thank you so much, dear Malin!!
when I look on this photo:
your hair full of Wind
cling to the cheeks
your hands are bent desire
fingers open bloom
at warm of light
lives – silence and memories
…so beautiful what you have written…thank you so much, my dear!! (…smiling a lot…)
Beautiful Kari-so expressive-
Thank you so much, Meg!!
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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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