Ancient spirits dwell eons between fluid and ether in spaceships of bone, poised below the sepia mirror, breaching to breath the sun, leaving only fleeting ripples that mingle like silent harmonies. www.photos.dianathornton.com
“You cannot look up at the night sky on the Planet Earth and not wonder what it’s like to be up there amongst the stars. And I always look up at the moon and see it…