i dreamt about you again. maybe it was because i spent time envisioning our childhood, banging on pots and pans, dancing in our diapers (my mom said that since we could walk, we could shake our booties).
some similarities cannot be seen, i suppose.
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 @tigerose
say hello to me:
rose@rosekuo.org
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