# 7- chiffon
[ the beginning of the end ]
the slow darkness I made, hid us well
I with my reluctance to sit still
or hold my tongue so foreign and full
of sounds and tales I wouldn’t explain
or hold my tongue so foreign and full
of sounds and tales I wouldn’t explain
wanderings + wonderings 
good to see this
I like the poetry with the photos.
is that your poetry?
(remind me to get to you know better little sis!)