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ASK   "When I find the swanlights, my eyes cry species, casting green and gold upon the black water. When a Horse jumped from a Dolphin's body, a crystal white shard of living light pierced through my gut like a whaler's spear; it tore through my stomach, that revealing curse. Apollo calls his prey, and sirens sweat the bluebell's coarse toward thin spiral memories. I ache, the white plateau... so grant me absence, that the golden threads may rise at last, my eyes dumb blind and donefold. "

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Antony in Givenchy ‘I told him my cat had died, and he made me this beautiful coat. It had hundreds of layers of felt separated by pearls, and it was layered to form the impression of a cat’s head curling around my shoulder. And on the back were all these skeletal plumes. It felt so personal.’

Antony in Givenchy

‘I told him my cat had died, and he made me this beautiful coat. It had hundreds of layers of felt separated by pearls, and it was layered to form the impression of a cat’s head curling around my shoulder. And on the back were all these skeletal plumes. It felt so personal.’

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