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Green Winter
artist book
During the green winter it rains week in week
out. The muck creeps over the threshold, rigor mortis is
temporarily lifted and a few signs of life in the form of an
all-pervasive marasmus, begin to manifest themselves.
In the white winter everything is dead, during the green
winter everything is dying.
The Rings of Saturn W.G. Sebald
Stephen closed his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and shells.
You are walking through it howsomever. I am, a stride at a time.
Ulysses James Joyce
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