A catchment for the spillage of the everyday - lest it go to waste
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stories written in dust
Tiny corners of one particular goldmine of minute and ancient abundances. I'd like to someday grid the whole place and catalogue them. That would make a book.
oh........ *feels something* i love you mim faukes x
ReplyDeletewhen i look at this photo it looks like 'open arms' - do you see that? the star's arms are stretched out to say yes hello come please.
ReplyDeletei see that, but only through your eyes, luverly x
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