my tears are like the quiet drift
of petals from some magic rose;
and all my grief lows from the rift
of unremembered skies and snows.

i think, that if i touched the earth,
it would crumble;
it is so sad and beautiful,
so tremendously like a dream.
dylan thomas, 'clown in the moon'
guinevere van seenus for vogue italia dec. 2006 by tim Walker.

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