i am standing on black volcanic sand at an isolated beach. ancient siliceous rocks talk to my cracked heels, whispering stories of leviathans. the sun makes my skin sweat, but the warm…Publication LEIMAYblog // Frantic Beauty by LEIMAY Ensemb 1 Like
Something that I keep going back to during the borders creation process is T.S. Eliot's poetic work, "Four Quartets"
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Our time at Mount Tremper was an artists' utopia. Creating and rehearsing for 12 hours a day, eating fresh fruits and…Publication LEIMAYblog // Harmony in Silence 1 Like
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