Meg Cowell Harvest #2
"I've been brought back again from the fine silt, the mud where our atoms lie down for long naps. And I've also been pardoned miraculously for years by the lava of chance which runs down the world's gullies, silting us back. Here I am, brought back, set up, not yet happened away. But it's not this random life only, throwing its sensual astonishments upside down on the bloody membranes behind my eyeballs, not just me being here again, old needer, looking for someone to need, but you, up from the clay yourself, as luck would have it, and inching over the same little segment of earth, in the same little eon, to meet in a room, alive in our skins, and the whole galaxy gaping there and the centuries whining like gnats — you, to teach me to see it, to see it with you, and to offer somebody uncomprehending, impudent thanks." - William Meredith, 1919
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This image is printed on Hahnemühle Studio Lustre 250 gsm. The paper has a white base and a smooth semi-matte surface with lustre.