Monday 10 March 2008




and the dark red flowers are always for him... especially the floating ones.

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  1. I took this picture in the courtyard of an ancient monastery. There was absolute silence. I could hear the flowers` heart beating. The walls seemed to fall apart in slow light. Later that afternoon, a light summer rain misted the woods around.

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  2. :) I love back stories to pictures...you should share them with us more often!

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