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Edit/collage done with a photo from my childhood, as i was four years old, kneeling and grabbing daffodils in a flower field. Edited to look like an old photograph, with added fairy wings, mushrooms, quotes, on a lace doily as a background. Top left corner quote says: this summer i spent a lot of time sleeping with my head in a pool of moonlight. Bottom quote says: we look at the world once, in childhood. the rest is memory.

Edit/collage done with a photo from my childhood, as i was four years old, kneeling and grabbing daffodils in a flower field. Edited to look like an old photograph, with added fairy wings, mushrooms, quotes, on a lace doily as a background. Top left corner quote says: this summer i spent a lot of time sleeping with my head in a pool of moonlight. Bottom quote says: we look at the world once, in childhood. the rest is memory.

Original poetry in a typewriter font, on a background edit of sepia burnt paper, spider web, moth. 

The poem goes: I used to hide in the thickets with books of long-forgotten stories and pretendings, 

Imagining that the house that i lived in wasn’t a humid, thick aired bell jar, 

Selves pinned like butterflies, trapped with the residual hauntings

Of my mother’s moods, nettles nested at the foot of a pine-less cedar.

I used to hide in the thickets and let the leaves cover me, growing roots all afternoon,

Lie there empty, in the underbrush, dreaming of suicide in the thickness of summer, 

I would wait for the night to fall over me, to wrap me in a star-knit blanket,

dreaming of infinite fields of grass, under the faint glow of the moon,

I was the two-headed calf destined for slaughter, 

Oblivious to the sacrifice that was waiting at the gate.

Original poetry in a typewriter font, on a background edit of sepia burnt paper, spider web, moth. The poem goes: I used to hide in the thickets with books of long-forgotten stories and pretendings, Imagining that the house that i lived in wasn’t a humid, thick aired bell jar, Selves pinned like butterflies, trapped with the residual hauntings Of my mother’s moods, nettles nested at the foot of a pine-less cedar. I used to hide in the thickets and let the leaves cover me, growing roots all afternoon, Lie there empty, in the underbrush, dreaming of suicide in the thickness of summer, I would wait for the night to fall over me, to wrap me in a star-knit blanket, dreaming of infinite fields of grass, under the faint glow of the moon, I was the two-headed calf destined for slaughter, Oblivious to the sacrifice that was waiting at the gate.

꩜ so it's summer, so it's suicide, so we're helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool ꩜

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#happybirthday #philipanglim #actor #vedekbareil #startrek #deepspacenine #hauntedsummer #thethornbirds #theelephantman #millenium #malone #macbeth #TheAdamsChronicles #Milena #Dallas #WaroftheEwings #testament #ds930 #startrek58

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