Her eyes were closed. When she opened them
she said: ‘Lace is a kind of white writing which you can only read when there’s skin behind it.’
John Berger, Bento's Sketchbook
posted by mh at 7:11 AM
A ruddy drop of manly blood The surging sea outweighs, The world uncertain comes and goes
she said: ‘Lace is a kind of white writing which you can only read when there’s skin behind it.’
John Berger, Bento's Sketchbook
posted by mh at 7:11 AM
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