our love was born outside the wall,
in the wind,
in the night,
in the earth,
and that's why the clay
and the flowers,
the mud and the roots,
know your name.
e r d a LookbooK 012
our love was born outside the wall,
in the wind,
in the night,
in the earth,
and that's why the clay
and the flowers,
the mud and the roots,
know your name.
e r d a LookbooK 012
