When birds fly over the sky or in my head I think of where and when This has become my river – If each weed a drop I gather them all Until there is no bank for the water to rise. The current plays me over And knee deep I keep looking.
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The Objects Entries 5
Monday, July 19, 2010
Above, work in progress. Below WWII concentration camp images documented in Terezinsti Maliri 1 (1941-1944).
