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above roots beneath sky
... as I turned the corner to Divinity.
when the air smells of never and forever
Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
only dying makes us grow
Shown at Propeller Gallery
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
life's not a paragraph and death, I think, is no parenthesis
let them walk in the evening, a little behind you