Photography by Emma-Klara Sandberg
All space came out in flowers
miraculous, erupting from a void or mouth
And every breath
a wind or sun, a season or delight
drew colour from the earth
– from A Garland for Milne, by D. G. Jones
And every breath
a wind or sun, a season or delight
drew colour from the earth
– from A Garland for Milne, by D. G. Jones
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