"The budstands for all things,even for those things that don’t flower,for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though sometimes it is nec...
Little sleep's-head sprouting hair in the moonlight,when I come backwe will go out together,we will walk out together among,the ten thousand things,each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages of dying is love.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Little sleep's-head sprouting hair in the moonlight,when I come backwe will go out together,we will ...
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