today i pulled cello suites out of the river
and Bach rose from the remnants of your voice,
and i looked back to 2008,
wishing we were in bed, the mornings of the years to come still spread before our feet.
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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