To become a butterfly
I spill out
my
guts
Alexis Rotella
tree
frog a pendant I'll never wear around my neck
Alexis
Rotella
a
note to myself reminding me to eat
Alexis
Rotella
Cradled Moon.
Fossombrone, Italy. Photo credits: Oana Maria Cercel.
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