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A paraphrasing from an essay in Holy Nonsense, the words float over an ethereal sunrise, where a person stands with arms outstretched, embracing all the wonder of imperfection.
Shadows of a ghostly woman hover over an alpine lake and diminutive waterfall, the blue and green landscape pockmarked with paint splatters. The title text
This comes from a batch of images that incorporate small sections of lyrics or were otherwise inspired by music. The song for this one was
A girl perches on a fence, looking up at an enormous statue of the Buddha. Echoes of cathedrals and sacred halls define her path to
Grief isn’t something that happens in one go, and it isn’t something that stays in its box. I find every funeral I end up at
An except from a poem written for a character with a bit of a problem in the “catastrophic obstinance” department. An icon floats in a
