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Memory Forms
The sky drifts low,
unspooling what it once forgot.
A cloud with fingerprints of wind
brushes the cold bones of the mountain,
and in the thin, pink quiet
a lost thought returns—
shaping itself again
in stone.
unspooling what it once forgot.
A cloud with fingerprints of wind
brushes the cold bones of the mountain,
and in the thin, pink quiet
a lost thought returns—
shaping itself again
in stone.
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2 Colour Silkscreen
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