No Man moved Me – till the Tide
Went past my simple Shoe –
And past my Apron – and my Belt
And past my Boddice – too –

And made as He would eat me up –
As wholly as a Dew
Opon a Dandelion's Sleeve –
And then – I started – too –


I started early
Photo, Concept: Torre Alain (Halo) ⁣⁣
Printed Images by Moritz Tibes from Novembre Magazine ⁣
Poem by Emily Dickinson