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Symphonia, digital collage
Gentle wind. Remember. The gentle wind.
Being like a flower. My mind no longer sees this image. Obscure reality of merging layers.
Deep breath.
Image of horizontal skies. Vast mountains. Eyes penetrating reality. Typing digital letters.
In which space do I exist? Between myself and my other self. Between my image and my warm skin.
Being like a flower. My mind no longer sees this image. Obscure reality of merging layers.
Deep breath.
Image of horizontal skies. Vast mountains. Eyes penetrating reality. Typing digital letters.
In which space do I exist? Between myself and my other self. Between my image and my warm skin.
HIDDEN WORLDS
travel into inner space
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