Dear Sibyl,
Here is that "place" I told you.
The "back place" (as a "source").
From south to north. From a first floor to a top one.
Back to the top of a "tower"...
One day, as I was smoking a cigarette at the window (ever better if the smoke is thrown outside, in the air), I finally realized what I could see for a long time...
Nobody never walks there. I did it, walking the dog (now dead, yesterday 8/7, at 14)...
...Some years ago, there was here a red bricks square, where we could sit, with a tree in the middle.
Well, who's watching who ?!
The path around can draw like a dome...
... A path that could lead to "the star"...
...
...That they decided to transform in something else...
Let's pass by the path (thru' the leaves !)...
...Something else...
(Behind the leaves, from the top...)
(...What kind of animal can I see ?...)
A space place: we could meet there flying saucers...
...Or droïds (droïd, druid,...)...
It's time to get out. To discover the street...
...
...
A trigram, an invitation: "dynamisme". Next time, we'll follow the road, for someting else...
With love from France,
JP
Here is that "place" I told you.
The "back place" (as a "source").
From south to north. From a first floor to a top one.
Back to the top of a "tower"...
One day, as I was smoking a cigarette at the window (ever better if the smoke is thrown outside, in the air), I finally realized what I could see for a long time...
Nobody never walks there. I did it, walking the dog (now dead, yesterday 8/7, at 14)...
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| Her name was Kitsy |
Well, who's watching who ?!
The path around can draw like a dome...
... A path that could lead to "the star"...
It's time to get out. To discover the street...
With love from France,
JP
bonjour JP! i love this post. the pictures are wonderful. merci beaucoup!
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