The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface.The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are t — Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface.The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are t — Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface.The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are t — Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface.The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are t — Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface.The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are t — Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
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The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface.The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust.The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being.Inside out and outside in. These are worlds of things that implode or explode, and the only catalyst that determines the direction of eco-movement is the balance of water.Both worlds are deceptive, dangerous. Both, seething with hidden life.The only veil that stands between perception of what is underneath the desolate surface is your courage.Dare to breach the surface and sink.

— Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
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