Month by month things are losing their hardness; even my body now lets the light through; my spine is soft like wax near the flame of the candle.
I dream; I dream. Virginia Woolf, The Waves

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strange-geometry: James Turrell (via ultraviolett)

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James Turrell (via ultraviolett)

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