Advent is lack. Emptiness. The time before. It is a compound of dark and cold, mourning and desire. It is bereavement, yearning, bafflement. It is interrogation, silence; it is a hand pressed to the chest.from Paula's House of Toast but go and look at the link for the stunning pictures and then stop.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Looking towards the cold season
.. and Advent
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