they seemed to tumble towards me as i walked past . . .
Thursday, June 14, 2012
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- time lapse
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- side by side
- piano wire
- war museum (i)
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- the small skies
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- burgundy
- yellow
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- you always open
- frail gestures
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- like continents
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3 comments:
Is this late?
just the posting valerianna!!! ha! steven
ohhhhh! some of my favorite flowers. i press them to my face. just last week i ate a petal. what was it it tasted of? i was surprised. not until later, after the scent returned to my mouth, my nose, did i recognize it as rose.
xo
erin
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