Once this little blue bottle contained ink. I ponder the messages written by this ink, perhaps love letters, or accounting numbers, an illustration, or perhaps it was accidentally turned over and spilled. . . we will never know, but now it contains a beautiful tiny bouquet, a memory from a walk in the woods in June, Sweet Peas sending all love to you.
Photography by Neets
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