D. (dalaruan) wrote,

14610 days

To unite words with images...

... Storm me forever over her grave until
The stuffed lung of the fox twitch and cry
And the strutting fern lay seeds on the black sill
Dylan Thomas, After the Funeral

stuffed fox
This is my fortieth year. And I'm nearer to me than many years before. 

Let's journey on through words, images, mirrors & time!

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