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documenting the lives of irrational manor ladies I

"These rough sketches, which are born in an instant in the heat of inspiration..." - G. Vasari

“Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...” ― Susan Polis Schutz

lost soul II

I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine? - P. Neruda

Lost soul

"downhearted masks for mirrors"

"the age of gloomy dreams"