Lovers

mourning

Wintersleep

Foxy Cradle

The place is cold and empty. We lie deep down into the ground. I can hear death working gradually around us. Milions of other bodies which died solitarily. Alone. We clasp each other even stronger. The cradle must not be stopped.

Sara

(moja wizja Sary powstała dzięki cudownym, najczulszym rękom i sercu Justyny Banasiak)