if colours could talk
what would they say?
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Patch of coastal scrubland. On the left, a couple of yellow lichen encrusted stones are nestled in the grass. Nearby on the right, is a small clump of bright pink sea thrift.
np: Kevin Drumm — The Real Sound of Small Talk
lost in the abyss
of recursive stone
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Standing in a narrow channel in the old, disused Limeworks at Charlestown Harbour. A series of arches appear in a recursive format, accented by sunlight piercing through into the dark corrridor.
np: Kali Malone — Locus of Repitition
over the edge
a cascade
of fallen stars
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A cascade of the yellow stars of biting stonecrop falling down old stone walls.
np: Bill Thompson — Last Night's Stars