my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



1/22/12

i`m keeping some photos
from summer for every season till summer comes again.

all the way to abo`s botanical garden
small museum with children studio
bandages in tin box sticked to the wall
wooden samples of their trees
birds on tops carved leaves
no people 








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