Time Runs Through My Hand
This desert rose, each of her veils a secret promise; this desert flower, no sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this. And as she turns, this way she moves in the logic of all my dreams; this fire burns, I realize that nothing's as it seems.
Photograph was taken in Portland, Oregon, USA.
Image is 3872 x 2592 pixels.
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