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Moonflower Muse
They bloom at night,
Those moonflowers.
I sleep while they unfold
Like soft white dresses.
In the morning they lay draped
Over their leaves
Ardorous labors at an end.
Limp now, they colored
My dreams.
has been for sale for some time, as you have seen. The maintenance and ongoing development to keep our non-profit and idealistic platform for contemporary art running and safe from hackers etc. costs money that is no longer there. Because of small investments that are necessary now and the running costs, we will have to shut down with a heavy heart at the beginning of summer on June 21.














