Dance along the Edge

I’m rotting inside, but I’m not dying... Bleeding Trees waiting for Judgement day, where we can hang ourselves from our own branches. It’s not that Easy. To find rest, it takes a real genius.

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Witches’ Sabbath, 1798. Francisco Goya. Museo Lázaro Galdiano, Madrid

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