May 2015
What if flowers bloom in fire & glass-jars?
Perhaps, in muted sunshine, melding with peaks of incandescence & fire-flies, something indestructible will be left.
Perhaps, in muted sunshine, melding with peaks of incandescence & fire-flies, something indestructible will be left.
Hello you, you & you!
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