he chose the gardener, the myrrh
bearer, mother with child. it
was a lovely day, yesterday, i heard
they were to go to the chapel, in
exhibition there. i am glad
i did them, that i swept over hills, watching
trees turn. topped gold now, slate slants
in lowering light and wetness.
later i saw that you had taken photographs.
i was at the private viewing. sbm.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
he chose the gardener, the myrrh
bearer, mother with child. it
was a lovely day, yesterday, i heard
they were to go to the chapel, in
exhibition there. i am glad
i did them, that i swept over hills, watching
trees turn. topped gold now, slate slants
in lowering light and wetness.
later i saw that you had taken photographs.
i was at the private viewing. sbm.
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