Written by Emily Harstone | December 7, 2017
Big Mama is watching you all!
The heart of history is art.
Through the lens. Through the lens.
Do you think anyone remembers her?
I have secrets, I’ll never tell.
How well one has loved, matters.
Nigel was always in mother’s sights.
In her eyes, they saw themselves.
His perception was skewed, hers wasn’t.
Through the strokes there lies truth.
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Big Mama is watching you all!
The heart of history is art.
Through the lens. Through the lens.
Do you think anyone remembers her?
I have secrets, I’ll never tell.
How well one has loved, matters.
Nigel was always in mother’s sights.
In her eyes, they saw themselves.
His perception was skewed, hers wasn’t.
Through the strokes there lies truth.