Of a Sunday, I of III: Morning.

Sun.

Translucent and pale, itself encircled by a deep mist / In halo-ed glory shone / I turned for a split second to whip out my camera and when I turned back / It was gone!

love
‘lape.

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Author: Lape

Lover of Christ. Aficionado of art, words and cologne. Student medic. Amateur pianist. Vous parlez Fran├žais?

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