Sometimes the extreme macabre in unexpected places can be a healthy distraction from unsavoury realities...A kind of virtual shock treatment, that at least gives pause to other dark pressures... https://t.co/cjSpFeze3x
— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 27, 2020
Connecting moments in my peninsula world, my Australia and beyond...Whatever speaks to my thalassophile soul in these tidal days...
Monday, 28 September 2020
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