lost again in the weeds. it's saturday morning. awake and asleep on and off all night, all morning. my mind is full and also without words, cloudy i guess is the word.
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Documenting the creative process of sisters Briana Linden (in Portland, Oregon) and Phaedra Elizabeth (in Brooklyn, New York).
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1 comment:
i like these little tidbits. it makes me thing of when we see the world in tiny pieces, like when we've had too much to drink the night before.
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