(this is it)
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the saxophonist’s cheeks blew into a rising scarlet as his lungs lengthened to fit a long sky of blue, filled with newborn sparrows that squirreled their way up & through the brassy requiems of his instrument.
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Lilly Shor
Photography, fashion, art, cultural studies & reviews from a Melbourne based blog that loves winter.
Available for freelance photography and the like: here.
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