I always was touched by light. I can see the poetry, feel the beauty and if I have the proper means I will try to capture it. The sunset is telling it's story since the beginning and up to know we are still fascinated. The world at down is quiet and merging into the depth of the universe, the suffering is slowly becoming a little more bearable as we die today and everyday with the sun.
Back in London, I miss sun and sunset. Maybe I should just move into a sunny country, or maybe remembering is enough.
hugs,
Teodora
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