Garden of Snow

Me to Penny: panic, fascination, release, a whole jumble of feelings I cannot and shouldn’t disentangle. It was a purity, a rawness before the Word. And yet it is language. And I wondered which images you were calling to mind before you exorcised them. At the end, I saw a woman who was exhausted, yet purified, somehow.
Penny to me: I had to psyche myself up for a few weeks.

Ladies & Gents,

Courageous, Primal

Penny Goring

Garden of Snow:

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