the circle is broken
the circle you put on my ankle
when you decided
I should be born
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the feeling of beauty is the feeling of 'muga': no-self or ecstasy
Nishida
Nishida
collaboration with Michael Tweed
the beautiful foolishness of things
on-going project uniting my photographs and text by Michael Tweed
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are there six toes on this foot?
ReplyDeletewell now, I'm not a mutant yet, even if I "became many" in my other post :-) it's just that the image is slightly out of focus, due to lack of light. or my unsteady hand :-)
ReplyDelete:) we might call it "the sixth toe effect"....
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