Longing feels to me like an unanswered question. Longing is to feel acutely the absence of something as well as the desire for communion.

 

These flies & lures are carefully constructed using foraged animal bones, feathers, dried flowers and vegetables. Offerings from the land and marsh around where I live. An imitation of life made from the dead-as an invitation to the living.

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