lördag 8 oktober 2011

Window Penguins

Bending backwards over the potato field, loosen the earth and freed a lot of potatoes. The cold and crispy air fluttering in my lungs.

My four penguins, made in stoneware at school about two years ago. Puzzled as always

Something got me thinking about London, all the businessmen who looked like penguins in their suits (can you guess what?). A white dress whit cherries that I tried on behind a draper under a wobbly stair, orange leaves and curios squirrels.

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