crunching black basalt at
a 'chateau' of the tropics
drapes and wallpapers of birds from france
strangely in place, despite the mosquitoes
(and, unexpectedly, on the top floor
a photo of k's grandparents among
the fashionable youth of the day)
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4 comments:
Magical black, the stones and the shadows shining.
A little melancholic and black...not ready to go back to black X!
a great beginning of a book ... it made me dream!
A poem, a story...
your words and photos have the ability to transport.
xo, j
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