Tuesday, December 09, 2014

817, 816

So much to write and so I'll keep it short.

In Geneva and outside my room, a beautiful stark tree sways.

It's beautiful.
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Day 93 of 108

 A hibiscus near a teacup, An orchid by a glass of wine, A park bench in twilight, Our Mondays soaked in brine. 

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