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The 52 Weeks Project presents:
Logs I Have Known
An ongoing series of the 52 Weeks Project, wherein the pre-post-mortem portraits reveal secret tales of the unseen lives of the logs that surround us are laid bare, and unencumbered by fear of the fire that will will one day soon, engulf them in light and smoke.
It no longer grows, yet lives | It remains unheard, and yet obeyed | And we shall be clothed in light |
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Stories are the dreams we tell each other | Music made sweeter by one rotted note | Something has passed on |
It shows us what fire can be | The beautiful thing about treasure, is that it exists. | We dream to waken |
The void does not weaken, but watches | A state between forms | Goodnight, Margaret |
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