The cliff’s edge flays the skyline and Gaia spills toward the shore where the lilted heads of the waiting drop like buds. Nothing happens but the holding in a place like this, for what. One of the cliff bodies calls and the sea roars back dear life, crashing in.
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The title of this post comes from Clare Rojas’s ongoing show now in LA. Her painting, I’ll always Have this Little Movie in My Head inspired these lines.
Beautiful