we climbed high.
tracing fingers along celtic walls,
so far that the mountain mist kissed our eyelashes.
huddling with bread and fruit in a cave.
listening to little drops fall.
down our cheeks, down the mountain.
As if they had been falling for centuries.
down our cheeks, down the mountain.
As if they had been falling for centuries.
I just don't know if I shell write you in French or English, neither of them is my mother language but I hope you'll understand what I am trying to say: tes photographies sont justement magnifique et je les adore!
ReplyDeleteMerci for sharing them with us :)
oh thank you so much :)
ReplyDeleteMy heart sank when I saw your red rain coat, the one you said you'd get; it sank it the happiest way possible.
ReplyDeletei love you
<3
love this out of nowhere places you`ve been to
ReplyDeleteSo happy I stumbled upon your little blog! I love your writing and photos! Thank you for the inspiration! x
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