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I was in strange territory following my Dad's death. I sat and gilded rose thorns.
Their endurance, beauty and ability to inflict pain, along with the detached nature of the task permitted me time; time exclusive from anybody else's thoughts or observations. Oscillatiing from amorphous sadness to restoration. A thorn for each day we shared being alive, 16,726.









Rohan Reilly

Rohan Reilly

Rohan Reilly









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