“But then the dove of hope began its downward slope… but as it came down near, so did a weary tear – I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag.”
- Fiona Apple
The wall tells me many stories. Small lives in red and blue and green glaze glitter in the sunlight.
Above, the blue sky fills with birds.
Photos: St Kilda, Melbourne.
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Yeah, I love it. Every time I look at it, I find a new detail I hadn’t noticed before.