Super G: instead of painting words white...
Super G: de verre
Super G: surrounded by family
Super G: Dia de Los Muertos
Super G: of the shadows thrown
Super G: forever be clawing forward
Super G: some whispers around the trees
Super G: this could be a great retail opportunity
Super G: we're all free agents of a substance or scale
Super G: calligraffiti
Super G: we're still kids in buses
Super G: tenuousness, less seven comes to three
Super G: they danced in a gallery of frost
Super G: inverted crystal mountain kind of a story
Super G: without the cracks and fissures, the beauty is missing
Super G: “Four beats to a bar and no cheating.”
Super G: what we want is off and on
Super G: permutations in red and green
Super G: the shadows of the night, are unleashed again
Super G: southern oscillations
Super G: I can't decide if it's a choice
Super G: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I photographed, weak and weary,
Super G: the untied shoelaces of your life
Super G: I hear her voice, and start to run, into the trees, into the trees
Super G: I heard them calling in the distance