Watching the fire dancing in the stove on a paper-light snowy day.
A thick mountain of snow on a cold-looking balcony. The tomato plant nearby is also asleep. In the silence, everyone seems to be floating in a void of rest.
A contact that cannot be put into words. Tiny, cosmic-sized chatter can be heard here and there.
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her records
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Somewhere in Her Room
“She” is here and she can go anywhere. A depiction of everyday life coloured by design and records.
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