#10 winter solstice 2015

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Sometimes my logic is full of holes, and other days my pots are full of holes.

10 winter 2015.jpg"There is a time in life when you expect the world to be always full of new things. And then comes a day when you realize that is not how it will be at all. You see that life will become a thing made of holes. Absences. Losses. Things that were there and no longer. And you realize, too, that you have to grow around and between the gaps ..."
Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk

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