I Love Hazelnuts | Portugal

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Madness: inspiration | illumination

There is a wave of consciousness that can be ridden with joy out of the darkness in sleep. It's like a vortex, and the yanking is like getting right on to the spot and popping up cleanly.

Flow | Vulnerability | Lucidity | Grip | Life | Reality | Ride

I love hazelnuts.

Human flimsiness, an anxious glimpse, a dead pregnant ghost.

The foam reflects pink, azure.
Whitewash is the afterparty.
Sun falling into civilization.

Photo | Katrina DeVore 
Photo | Katrina DeVore

Photo | Katrina DeVore

Photo | Katrina DeVore

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