When a daughter a daughter i make non sagging breasts made out of bronze like a valkyrie and leafy like a book same strangeness same dream of same source and searce and seeker in sane illusion sameness of self in fusion like tea of algae from under the seas like my daughter i am maid.
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Borne of Earth, we are keepers of the home, of sustenance, of curiosity... This left me thinking of my daughters. Lovely.
I particularly love the third photograph.