‘Mère,’ Muriel Louveau + Chia-Lun Chang

‘Mère,’ Muriel Louveau + Chia-Lun Chang

Mère Her whole face was embedded in the book. I heard her voice. Her body was implanted in flowers, trees, and literature by our farm. I sensed the seed. In the garden we grew arts and ants. It’s a direct and contiguous communication to food. We grew up together: tangled tainted triggered: Now I live in the city, merely can’t escape from nature. She showers with shinrin-yoku, merely can’t respond. A quiet time to pine Muriel Louveau + Chia-Lun Chang

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