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We are merely rocks
One day all rocks turn to sand
The hourglass hisses
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Sophia Carey
Photographer and designer from London, living in Manchester.
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Comments (2)
I hope I don't get trapped in an hourglass. Sad but real.
Very nice. I like how it almost plays with time itself.