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RE: wash the bones [original poetry // photography]
This is really well-done.
And dark. And moody.
strands of auburn, tangled in the grass and forgotten is a great visual image. Just another remnant of something that lived, maybe.
maybe.
Hard to tell out there; you go sense blind so quickly. Cold skin, wind blocking your ears, rain stinging your eyes. I know Iceland in the summer is twenty four hours of sun, and a never ending landscape of green, green, green. I'm very glad I went on the edge of winter, and the whole personality of the country was dark and moody.