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Where flowers bind oblivion.
In transit. Less than two minutes.
See, what still connects us. From broken pieces
photos, become alien, Ostrich image.
I! Mirror mosaic!
Lay down on me.
(1.2.20)
(Pic: The serious blonde mother (unfortunately cut off) and the serious blonde sister, that are still tied by the bouquet, here picking flowers in Graubünden, 1981)