It is this luminosity, my dear, Of the gilded leaves in the sun. The magic eye promptly catches A silver flicker, a yellow transience. A palliative to the chemical pain In variously knotted entrails and The reddish tinge in eye-whites.
You really travel a lot and see the day come and go... lovely pictures....
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You really travel a lot and see the day come and go... lovely pictures....
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