After the storm, everything was washed in gold…lemon melted into honey…honey bled into marigold…which lent into yellow ochre…culminating in raw umber as the sun vacated the sky…that was, by far, the most enchanting…tree silhouettes, black as pitch, against a raw umber sky…it was as if the world was being coiled in the embrace of a colossal snake…and all I could do was stand beneath the belly of a mythical beast, and allow it to swallow me whole…
Juniper Francis Lee. Aftermath {Marigold}. May 2018
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