Limitless labyrinth

And all you can see, is autumn's mid-afternoon sun striking the city's trees with a prehistoric warmth, the wind blowing a symphony of colours through the dirty streets, the dirt through your hair.  A flip book of photographs taken by someone who knows love, someone who bathes in chandeliers and drinks electric tangerine sunrises.


city said…
thanks for sharing.

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