Do not stand at my grave and weep 
I am not there. I do not sleep. 
I am a thousand winds that blow. 
I am the diamond glints on snow. 
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. 
I am the gentle autumn rain. 
When you awaken in the morning's hush 
I am the swift uplifting rush 
Of quiet birds in circled flight. 
I am the soft stars that shine at night. 
Do not stand at my grave and cry; 
I am not there. I did not die.
 
- - Mary Frye - -
HANDMADE COVERS AND BOOK SLEVE
BOOK 1: Narrative
BOOK 2: Sound
Dodendans
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Dodendans

Two conceptual books based on a poem by Mary Frye. Bookbinding, cover and book sleeve all done by hand.
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