three hundred and ten degrees: ‘between you and me…’
Landscape ~ Florence + The Machine
we remain
( b e h i n d )
~
glass
~
immortalized
as specimen
our experiments
~
in love
gone
( w r o n g )
~
what shall science
conclude
~
of us?
*
It’s burning through the bloodline…
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Favourite degrees…
360*tree 
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Sometimes images just wait and stare at you, other whisper the small tales of passing moments, while just a few, will take ones hand, and share what it’s like to feel alive caught inside a little of the weather shade, the places where trees will always stand to welcome the hand of the wind, and the food of the sky.
Beating, liquid weather fractures
Congragating slow, vertical
Looking up, and out above
Branches maping tracks
The shade between waters
Solid flow an arching moment
A little lost, just cold air to face
Like soaked leaves upon soles
Too delish, soul food for words
Eyes, not a stranger waits
For the sounds to fill the sphere
Sounds of rain to the beating heart
The beating heart beneath the skin
Beneath the weather fractures..