I am… I am but the stardust that tumbles I am but the twig that snaps beneath your umbels…

Ole Lukøje…

Hangs his moon just so, while he fills his pockets full of its magical dust of very good dreams. Photography by Anastasia Traina

The Prince of bedtime stories hangs his moon just so, while filling his pockets full of its dreamy dust.
Photography by Anastasia Traina ~2015~

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