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…Like the garden… before Eve was tricked
Divinity says “destiny can’t be earned or returned”
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Photo: @alicelincoln_photos
Styling: yours truly 💋
Divinity says “destiny can’t be earned or returned”
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Photo: @alicelincoln_photos
Styling: yours truly 💋
Divinity says “destiny can’t be earned or returned”
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Photo: @alicelincoln_photos
Styling: yours truly 💋
Divinity says “destiny can’t be earned or returned”
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Photo: @alicelincoln_photos
Styling: yours truly 💋
Divinity says “destiny can’t be earned or returned”
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Photo: @alicelincoln_photos
Styling: yours truly 💋
Face the mirror and find out who you’re dealing with.
Photo:@alexandra.folster
Styling : yours truly
Face the mirror and find out who you’re dealing with.
Photo:@alexandra.folster
Styling : yours truly
Face the mirror and find out who you’re dealing with.
Photo:@alexandra.folster
Styling : yours truly
Face the mirror and find out who you’re dealing with.
Photo:@alexandra.folster
Styling : yours truly
Face the mirror and find out who you’re dealing with.
Photo:@alexandra.folster
Styling : yours truly
Face the mirror and find out who you’re dealing with.
Photo:@alexandra.folster
Styling : yours truly
Face the mirror and find out who you’re dealing with.
Photo:@alexandra.folster
Styling : yours truly
MY GOD MIGHT SING THROUGH THE RED BIRDS IN THE LATE AFTERNOON AND YOU MAY NOT HEAR
AND I MAY FORGET
BUT
IT IS CERTAIN
THAT WE ARE LOVED
MY GOD MIGHT SING THROUGH THE RED BIRDS IN THE LATE AFTERNOON AND YOU MAY NOT HEAR
AND I MAY FORGET
BUT
IT IS CERTAIN
THAT WE ARE LOVED
MY GOD MIGHT SING THROUGH THE RED BIRDS IN THE LATE AFTERNOON AND YOU MAY NOT HEAR
AND I MAY FORGET
BUT
IT IS CERTAIN
THAT WE ARE LOVED
MY GOD MIGHT SING THROUGH THE RED BIRDS IN THE LATE AFTERNOON AND YOU MAY NOT HEAR
AND I MAY FORGET
BUT
IT IS CERTAIN
THAT WE ARE LOVED
MY GOD MIGHT SING THROUGH THE RED BIRDS IN THE LATE AFTERNOON AND YOU MAY NOT HEAR
AND I MAY FORGET
BUT
IT IS CERTAIN
THAT WE ARE LOVED
MY GOD MIGHT SING THROUGH THE RED BIRDS IN THE LATE AFTERNOON AND YOU MAY NOT HEAR
AND I MAY FORGET
BUT
IT IS CERTAIN
THAT WE ARE LOVED
MY GOD MIGHT SING THROUGH THE RED BIRDS IN THE LATE AFTERNOON AND YOU MAY NOT HEAR
AND I MAY FORGET
BUT
IT IS CERTAIN
THAT WE ARE LOVED
MY GOD MIGHT SING THROUGH THE RED BIRDS IN THE LATE AFTERNOON AND YOU MAY NOT HEAR
AND I MAY FORGET
BUT
IT IS CERTAIN
THAT WE ARE LOVED
MY GOD MIGHT SING THROUGH THE RED BIRDS IN THE LATE AFTERNOON AND YOU MAY NOT HEAR
AND I MAY FORGET
BUT
IT IS CERTAIN
THAT WE ARE LOVED
AZ • Tucson 2025
...AND THEN, I HAVE NATURE AND ART AND POETRY, AND IF THAT IS NOT ENOUGH, WHAT IS ENOUGH?.”
- VINCENT VAN GOGH
AZ • Tucson 2025
...AND THEN, I HAVE NATURE AND ART AND POETRY, AND IF THAT IS NOT ENOUGH, WHAT IS ENOUGH?.”
- VINCENT VAN GOGH
AZ • Tucson 2025
...AND THEN, I HAVE NATURE AND ART AND POETRY, AND IF THAT IS NOT ENOUGH, WHAT IS ENOUGH?.”
- VINCENT VAN GOGH
AZ • Tucson 2025
...AND THEN, I HAVE NATURE AND ART AND POETRY, AND IF THAT IS NOT ENOUGH, WHAT IS ENOUGH?.”
- VINCENT VAN GOGH
AZ • Tucson 2025
...AND THEN, I HAVE NATURE AND ART AND POETRY, AND IF THAT IS NOT ENOUGH, WHAT IS ENOUGH?.”
- VINCENT VAN GOGH
AZ • Tucson 2025
...AND THEN, I HAVE NATURE AND ART AND POETRY, AND IF THAT IS NOT ENOUGH, WHAT IS ENOUGH?.”
- VINCENT VAN GOGH
AZ • Tucson 2025
...AND THEN, I HAVE NATURE AND ART AND POETRY, AND IF THAT IS NOT ENOUGH, WHAT IS ENOUGH?.”
- VINCENT VAN GOGH
AZ • Tucson 2025
...AND THEN, I HAVE NATURE AND ART AND POETRY, AND IF THAT IS NOT ENOUGH, WHAT IS ENOUGH?.”
- VINCENT VAN GOGH
AZ • Tucson 2025
...AND THEN, I HAVE NATURE AND ART AND POETRY, AND IF THAT IS NOT ENOUGH, WHAT IS ENOUGH?.”
- VINCENT VAN GOGH
AZ • Tucson 2025
...AND THEN, I HAVE NATURE AND ART AND POETRY, AND IF THAT IS NOT ENOUGH, WHAT IS ENOUGH?.”
- VINCENT VAN GOGH
AZ • Tucson 2025
...AND THEN, I HAVE NATURE AND ART AND POETRY, AND IF THAT IS NOT ENOUGH, WHAT IS ENOUGH?.”
- VINCENT VAN GOGH
AZ • Tucson 2025
...AND THEN, I HAVE NATURE AND ART AND POETRY, AND IF THAT IS NOT ENOUGH, WHAT IS ENOUGH?.”
- VINCENT VAN GOGH
“How Are You?”
Another week survived is another week won.
I see the sacred in leaves turning from green to gold.
November is a melancholy animal, glad of another season where it gets to hibernate. The world is still burning but we are trying harder to douse the flames these days, I recognise this as the shape of hope.
I want to call everyone I love and tell them I love them.
I am learning to act on that impulse instead of deferring it till a tomorrow that was never promised.
I have finally understood that the poem doesn’t always live in the wound. It lives in the love that heals us.
- Nikita Gill
Photo: @alicelincoln_photos
Styling: yours truly 🤍
“How Are You?”
Another week survived is another week won.
I see the sacred in leaves turning from green to gold.
November is a melancholy animal, glad of another season where it gets to hibernate. The world is still burning but we are trying harder to douse the flames these days, I recognise this as the shape of hope.
I want to call everyone I love and tell them I love them.
I am learning to act on that impulse instead of deferring it till a tomorrow that was never promised.
I have finally understood that the poem doesn’t always live in the wound. It lives in the love that heals us.
- Nikita Gill
Photo: @alicelincoln_photos
Styling: yours truly 🤍
“How Are You?”
Another week survived is another week won.
I see the sacred in leaves turning from green to gold.
November is a melancholy animal, glad of another season where it gets to hibernate. The world is still burning but we are trying harder to douse the flames these days, I recognise this as the shape of hope.
I want to call everyone I love and tell them I love them.
I am learning to act on that impulse instead of deferring it till a tomorrow that was never promised.
I have finally understood that the poem doesn’t always live in the wound. It lives in the love that heals us.
- Nikita Gill
Photo: @alicelincoln_photos
Styling: yours truly 🤍
“How Are You?”
Another week survived is another week won.
I see the sacred in leaves turning from green to gold.
November is a melancholy animal, glad of another season where it gets to hibernate. The world is still burning but we are trying harder to douse the flames these days, I recognise this as the shape of hope.
I want to call everyone I love and tell them I love them.
I am learning to act on that impulse instead of deferring it till a tomorrow that was never promised.
I have finally understood that the poem doesn’t always live in the wound. It lives in the love that heals us.
- Nikita Gill
Photo: @alicelincoln_photos
Styling: yours truly 🤍
“How Are You?”
Another week survived is another week won.
I see the sacred in leaves turning from green to gold.
November is a melancholy animal, glad of another season where it gets to hibernate. The world is still burning but we are trying harder to douse the flames these days, I recognise this as the shape of hope.
I want to call everyone I love and tell them I love them.
I am learning to act on that impulse instead of deferring it till a tomorrow that was never promised.
I have finally understood that the poem doesn’t always live in the wound. It lives in the love that heals us.
- Nikita Gill
Photo: @alicelincoln_photos
Styling: yours truly 🤍
“How Are You?”
Another week survived is another week won.
I see the sacred in leaves turning from green to gold.
November is a melancholy animal, glad of another season where it gets to hibernate. The world is still burning but we are trying harder to douse the flames these days, I recognise this as the shape of hope.
I want to call everyone I love and tell them I love them.
I am learning to act on that impulse instead of deferring it till a tomorrow that was never promised.
I have finally understood that the poem doesn’t always live in the wound. It lives in the love that heals us.
- Nikita Gill
Photo: @alicelincoln_photos
Styling: yours truly 🤍
“How Are You?”
Another week survived is another week won.
I see the sacred in leaves turning from green to gold.
November is a melancholy animal, glad of another season where it gets to hibernate. The world is still burning but we are trying harder to douse the flames these days, I recognise this as the shape of hope.
I want to call everyone I love and tell them I love them.
I am learning to act on that impulse instead of deferring it till a tomorrow that was never promised.
I have finally understood that the poem doesn’t always live in the wound. It lives in the love that heals us.
- Nikita Gill
Photo: @alicelincoln_photos
Styling: yours truly 🤍
“How Are You?”
Another week survived is another week won.
I see the sacred in leaves turning from green to gold.
November is a melancholy animal, glad of another season where it gets to hibernate. The world is still burning but we are trying harder to douse the flames these days, I recognise this as the shape of hope.
I want to call everyone I love and tell them I love them.
I am learning to act on that impulse instead of deferring it till a tomorrow that was never promised.
I have finally understood that the poem doesn’t always live in the wound. It lives in the love that heals us.
- Nikita Gill
Photo: @alicelincoln_photos
Styling: yours truly 🤍
It is not all bad,
but it is midnight here.
The light is so much brighter when it peeks through
and I am not desensitised to beauty;
if anything,
that is one thing I can recognise more than ever,
when it comes.
It is not all bad,
but it is midnight here.
The light is so much brighter when it peeks through
and I am not desensitised to beauty;
if anything,
that is one thing I can recognise more than ever,
when it comes.
It is not all bad,
but it is midnight here.
The light is so much brighter when it peeks through
and I am not desensitised to beauty;
if anything,
that is one thing I can recognise more than ever,
when it comes.
It is not all bad,
but it is midnight here.
The light is so much brighter when it peeks through
and I am not desensitised to beauty;
if anything,
that is one thing I can recognise more than ever,
when it comes.
It is not all bad,
but it is midnight here.
The light is so much brighter when it peeks through
and I am not desensitised to beauty;
if anything,
that is one thing I can recognise more than ever,
when it comes.
It is not all bad,
but it is midnight here.
The light is so much brighter when it peeks through
and I am not desensitised to beauty;
if anything,
that is one thing I can recognise more than ever,
when it comes.
It is not all bad,
but it is midnight here.
The light is so much brighter when it peeks through
and I am not desensitised to beauty;
if anything,
that is one thing I can recognise more than ever,
when it comes.
It is not all bad,
but it is midnight here.
The light is so much brighter when it peeks through
and I am not desensitised to beauty;
if anything,
that is one thing I can recognise more than ever,
when it comes.
It is not all bad,
but it is midnight here.
The light is so much brighter when it peeks through
and I am not desensitised to beauty;
if anything,
that is one thing I can recognise more than ever,
when it comes.
It is not all bad,
but it is midnight here.
The light is so much brighter when it peeks through
and I am not desensitised to beauty;
if anything,
that is one thing I can recognise more than ever,
when it comes.
It is not all bad,
but it is midnight here.
The light is so much brighter when it peeks through
and I am not desensitised to beauty;
if anything,
that is one thing I can recognise more than ever,
when it comes.
Sanctuary - “And so I am inclined to think the best and most sensible solution all round would be for me to go away and to keep my distance, to cease to be, as it were.”
- Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo van Gogh, written July 1880; The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh
Sanctuary - “And so I am inclined to think the best and most sensible solution all round would be for me to go away and to keep my distance, to cease to be, as it were.”
- Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo van Gogh, written July 1880; The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh
Sanctuary - “And so I am inclined to think the best and most sensible solution all round would be for me to go away and to keep my distance, to cease to be, as it were.”
- Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo van Gogh, written July 1880; The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh
Sanctuary - “And so I am inclined to think the best and most sensible solution all round would be for me to go away and to keep my distance, to cease to be, as it were.”
- Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo van Gogh, written July 1880; The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh
Sanctuary - “And so I am inclined to think the best and most sensible solution all round would be for me to go away and to keep my distance, to cease to be, as it were.”
- Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo van Gogh, written July 1880; The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh
Sanctuary - “And so I am inclined to think the best and most sensible solution all round would be for me to go away and to keep my distance, to cease to be, as it were.”
- Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo van Gogh, written July 1880; The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh
Sanctuary - “And so I am inclined to think the best and most sensible solution all round would be for me to go away and to keep my distance, to cease to be, as it were.”
- Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo van Gogh, written July 1880; The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh
Sanctuary - “And so I am inclined to think the best and most sensible solution all round would be for me to go away and to keep my distance, to cease to be, as it were.”
- Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo van Gogh, written July 1880; The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh
Sanctuary - “And so I am inclined to think the best and most sensible solution all round would be for me to go away and to keep my distance, to cease to be, as it were.”
- Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo van Gogh, written July 1880; The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh
Sanctuary - “And so I am inclined to think the best and most sensible solution all round would be for me to go away and to keep my distance, to cease to be, as it were.”
- Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo van Gogh, written July 1880; The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh
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