design (quiet)

The sight of doors pulls me, a room covered in skin, i stand on the outside peering in or even just wondering of sacred space, snap the photo, retrace my steps to enter the void i embrace.

Posted on 01/27/201701/27/2017 Posted in Photography, PoetryTagged doors

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