On the night of the last full moon, I went seaweeds gathering with my friend at low tide.
Making the paper with them mixed up old paper.
This practice can be said the beginning of faith, maybe.
Counting days and waiting for the full&new moon.
🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕
Getting inspiration under the night, doing it forward on their cycle.
I'm counting days until the next new moon.
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