follow me to the forest floor / where the deer may roam and the blue jays soar / and make of yourself an offering / to the forest floor in the midst of spring
Follow me, Anna Gordon

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follow me to the forest floor / where the deer may roam and the blue jays soar / and make of yourself an offering / to the forest floor in the midst of spring
Follow me, Anna Gordon
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New Video: Aussie Punk Outfit CLAMM Wrestle with Impatience and Yearning in "Something New"
New Video: Aussie Punk Outfit CLAMM Wrestle with Impatience and Yearning in "Something New" @CLAMMband @ChapterMusic @meatmachinerecs @nathanisariot @riotactmedia
With the release of 2020’s full-length debut Beseech Me, the Melbourne-based punk outfit CLAMM — Jack Summers (vocals, guitar), Maisie Everett (bass, backing vocals) and Miles Harding (drums, backing vocals) — quickly exploded into national and international punk scenes. Originally released by the band on cassette, the album received airplay and praise from Aussie radio stations 3RRR and FBi.…
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Constructing Nature - Lizzie Farey and Anna Gordon: London vom 24.01 bis 21.03.2020
Constructing Nature – Lizzie Farey and Anna Gordon: London vom 24.01 bis 21.03.2020
Flow Gallery zeigt zu Beginn von 2020 „Constructing Nature“, eine Ausstellung von kunstvoll gewebten Wandstücken und sorgfältig konstruierten Broschen. Die Ausstellung zeigt die Korbflechterin Lizzie Farey und die Juwelierin Anna Gordon. Beide Künstlerinnen lassen sich von ihrer natürlichen Umgebung inspirieren und beobachten sorgfältig die Bewegungen und Muster in Landschaften. Die Stille der…
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'You are the best.' 'I am not,' he replied, sliding his arms around my waist. 'But I will take the compliment anyway.' I leaned in then, kissing him as the wind blew over us, ruffling the nearby gardenia bushes. I wanted it to last forever, but then I heard Gordon tittering, the way she did when she caught us like this together, and she always caught us like this together. 'Gordon,' Roo said, pulling away but keeping his eyes on me. 'Don't you have a closet to get into or something?' 'It wasn't a closet!' she shot back as she did every time he said this, which was equally as often. 'It was a shed and I was fine.'
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‘Are you coming back to our side?’ With kids, you never wanted to make promises you couldn’t keep. I’d learned that early, when my dad was often the bad guy, reining my mom in from her pie-in-the-sky promises. He wanted to protect me, I knew, and Emma would have let him. But Saylor, with her Calvander blood, had other ideas. ‘Yeah,’ I told Gordon as we sat there. ‘I am.’
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‘You’re more alike than you know,’ Trinity continued, ‘There’s also the fact that you both have two names but only go by one.’ ‘You think that bonds us?’ ‘It doesn’t hurt.’ I thought of the first day, when I’d told Gordon about my name and she’d called me lucky. It made me think maybe I should call her Anna once in a while. ‘I just don’t think I’m much of a role model. It makes me nervous.’ ‘Are you kidding?’ she snorted. ‘You’re a good student with a bright future who lives in a big house with a nice, normal family. Forget Gordon. I want to be like you.’ It said something that this description, so easily put, did not describe me in my mind at all. ‘I’m also an anxious person with a dead mom who was an addict, trying to figure out what that means for me in my own life.’ ‘In your big house with your normal family, she added, raising a brow. I made a face.
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