a commonplace book

In that first hardly noticed moment to which you wake, coming back to this life from the other more secret,

canon 700 (film) I am light you are shade we speak to each other through the wind. only those who

milford coastal walk. auckland, new zealand i am standing still. gathering summer into my open arms. breakfast becomes a prayer,

I am the dusty jewel of a forgotten city I am paper, limp from the humid air I am the

I am discarded sunlight, in favour of rain I am stuck to the bottom of your shoe I am winter

these are the stories of my life hessian-wrapped stones, tied to my waist, leaving furrows in my wake. a tiny

whangaumu beach [map], new zealand. i am your breath, before i wake i am slightly out of focus i am

small enough to fit on a yellow slip of paper with a sticky back. a moment glimpsed, quickly captured with

small enough to fit on a yellow slip of paper with a sticky back. a moment glimpsed, quickly captured with

small enough to fit on a yellow slip of paper with a sticky back. a moment glimpsed, quickly captured with