THE PURPLE LAND
Provence…
…how does it name her? Maybe the land of shapes, or the land of scents. Maybe the land of sounds. The shapes of hills and forests, or the scents of lavender. The sounds of bees. It’s not a wild place where you can find yourself speaking with Nature, with your breath, listening you heartbeat. It’s only different place, that it taught something new. It does remember me my homeland, with just a different dress. Just a walk in the purple land. |
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