he has eyes
like the weather
they mist when it is dark outside,
or rather, the texture becomes
maybe more like fog, or like the dewy grass when dusk approaches.
hello
my name is rose. i take photos at rosekuo.org. i write. i collect thoughts here.
this place is for my notes on photography, poetry, prose, creations, discoveries, movement, daily, thoughts, and other rose-like things. some more things i find funny and/or impactful can be found @tigerosesee my work:
* rosekuo.org
say hello to me:
rose@rosekuo.org
everything here is written/photographed and copyrighted by rose kuo unless otherwise stated. i document many quotes here, and i will always give authorship credit. please don't hesitate to contact me if i fail to do so.
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