In dreams I run wildly, over a withered moor

The wind
Undecided
Rolls a cigarette of air

The mute girl talks:
It is art's imperfection.
This impenetrable speech.

-photography by andrew volk

-haiku by paul eluard



currently, life is like a box of berry danishes. sweet and simple and oh-so-satisfying.
the days are filled with old films and coffee and thick-knit jumpers and laughter coming from the warmest part of my tummy-- like oozing blueberry filling in a delicate, flaky pastry shell.

and now i'm rather hungry...... please join me for a cup of tea and chat, i love talking to each and every one of you.

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