Blued
strings of pearls and breathunderwater they are mermaids. patterns of poolwater-caught sunshine dancing in soft-edged white upon their long legs (tails). red hair like ocean fire and fingers ever reaching for the bubbles, like pearls but from out their mouths. darting up between their fingers.strings of pearls and breath
there are places here, beneath here, beneath the sound of their mother yelling at their father and the loud rough of the neighbour’s dog’s bark, where they can breathe. breathe the dead leaves in water whirlpools beneath their feet and breathe the chlorine, leaving eyes red and hair green at the tips. breathe the quiet of their bodies and their imagined unde
| Sarah. i love art and im looking forwards to starting photography at school next year |
holidays. x
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Yearning
It means a lot.
Feel free to stop by again anytime.
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Hello Pot, meet Kettle.
That's what I strive for.
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Hello Pot, meet Kettle.
Sorry for the slow response! I was out-of-town.
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Art Gallery [link]
Stock Gallery [link]
Old Gallery [link]
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Art Gallery [link]
Stock Gallery [link]
Old Gallery [link]
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You're pins, I'm needles, let's play.
I cannot pretend I will not surrender to these dreams in my head.
The moon is dark and I can't sleep
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