fusing time
undivided
the tree of intent/spine
backboned
beyond the wasteland
(Amazone zu Pferde by Louis Tuaillon, photos from today and 1945)
Fotnavlad
What we seek is love itself, revealed now and again in human form, but pushing us beyond our humanity into animal instinct and god-like success. There is no love that does not pierce the hands and feet... Jeanette Winterson. Love, the deadly wound from which my life slowly bleeds, there I am preserved ...Birgitta Trotzig
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