Monday, July 25, 2011

Day 293 (C): Hameau de la Reine

When my eyes close, I dream of a rustic garden.
Carefully groomed and vast in space.
A wild labyrinth.
Fresh and green.
Fragrant with stories.
And I hear my quiet footsteps echo onto the concrete.
Until I have to open my eyes and leave it with a heavy heart.

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