Mend an object. As you mend, you mend something inside your soul as well. You mend something in the world as well.
Yoko Ono
Saturday, 20 August 2011
mend
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A blog about life and losing my mind; about the emotions that take us, the colours that catch us, the little things that are lost. We create the dark, and we can stem the shadow.
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