Between Breaths

S-Green Man's Chair CarolAnneStrange

‘The blackberries are ripening and Keats’ ‘To Autumn’ is already trembling on my tongue. There is something strangely magnetising about standing on the edge between this and that. It is in the pause between breaths where life is free of boundaries. Perhaps this is why these inbetween moments are so alluring.’

Image | Words: Carol Anne Strange
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