"The playing fountain is your love
wistful narrow well-controlled.
It rises, wavers at the height
you've authorized, then crumples back
to shiver round your bright upsurging.
Over your ornamental passion
clouds collide, sound splits
the air. My love rides down upon you."
- Verse 1, Rodney Hall, "Fountain and Thunderstorm"
Photographer: James Caswell
Model: Stephanie Carter
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