Wednesday, April 24

I am lost in the blooming hills of Provence,
learning the simplicity of being human,
passing the afternoons with bread and wine,
humming with little french songbirds,
tracing paths of stone,
listening to old men with crinkly smiles,
 my hair is blowing in the wind,
and I wonder how a place so very old
can make someone feel so very new.














2 comments:

  1. beautiful photos! I love your posts <3

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  2. I'm in love with you photos!

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