the hands of a breeze
the closed eye of far space
the cold cheek of space-time
the breeze calling gently to
rosemary and lavender
dawn is slowly making her way
across the rolling hills
the closed eye of far space
the cold cheek of space-time
the breeze calling gently to
rosemary and lavender
dawn is slowly making her way
across the rolling hills
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| work by El Anatsui at Carriageworks, Sydney |
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