“A butterfly stands in a puddle of melting sorbet, tasting the essence of strawberry with her feet. An ant walks past, carrying the heel of a waffle cone seven times his own stature. A magpie sits close by, listening to… — Pete Beebe Copy Share Image
“A butterfly stands in a puddle of melting sorbet, tasting the essence of strawberry with her feet. An ant walks past, carrying the heel… — Pete Beebe Copy Share Image
“So here we are, having arrived in a moment at the discretion of time. Time—the invisible substance that immerses us all. Time—the Colosseum in… — Pete Beebe Copy Share Image
