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“Remembered landscapes are left in me
The way a bee leaves its sting, hopelessly, passion-placed, Untranslatable language.” - Charles Wright, from “All Landscape Is Abstract, and Tends to Repeat Itself”, in Appalachia, with thanks to apoetreflects (via growing-orbits)
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Landscaping architect who obsessively stacks French fries and sorts socks. I dream in 255 AutoCAD colours and covet other people's canoes - as long as they are sleek, kevlar and with cherry trim...and blue.
theme by Robin Wragg
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