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I see; I am tied down with single words. But you wander off; you slip away; you rise up higher, with words and words in phrases. Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via soracities) Source: soracities

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Trees heavy with birds hold the afternoon up with their hands. Octavio Paz, from “THE TOMB Of AMIR KHUSRU,” A Tale of Two Gardens (New Directions, 1997) Source: metaphorformetaphor

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palomawool: Constelación An installation with Laura Sebastianes Barcelona, June 2017 Source: palomawool

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