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excerpt from 'Correspondences' ~Baudelaire
Listen! They must be words, drifting between
These living pillars: elusive, never simple.
We walk through the groves of symbols, dark and green,
Which smile and watch us. Nature is a temple.
I'm loving this camera...
Posted at 11:07 AM in Photo Reflects | Permalink