A confused stile, and a disturbed method, is fittest to discourse of our miserie.
No one moulds us again out of earth and clay,no one conjures our dust.No one.Praised be your name, No one.For your sakewe shall flower.TowardsHalgerda diaphana.(Photo by Jun Imamoto.)
A dainty one!
That one looks like it came from another dimension.
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