“It all goes back and back, to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own children will take up our strings and dance in our steads.”
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A collection of wonderful photography by Sparth
These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence.
The connections, sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent., that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it.
Cairry was a student of a friend of my boyfriend. She just graduated with this artwork.
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