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Mar 2014
In front of her, lies—

                  —What,
                  are you looking at
                  Mother?


"Nothing, dear. Just
the clouds against a seventh
day's barrier."
The storms may not happen for seven day's in the myth of Alcyone but they're certainly waiting.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
(Victoria, BC)   
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