weedflower
weed/flower we see what we see.
Wednesday, May 06, 2015
"Everything I say stems from you."
Memories linger as we walk through the streets impregnated with the sensations of a space within the body.
Holding within,
melding out.
Little breathes
In and about
Listening on the fringes of the skin.
Memories are tricky.
You think about it or maybe memory dreams you.
Batik technique
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