...laissant toujours de ses mains mal fermées Neiger de blancs bouquets d’étoiles parfumées.
Not that I'm trying to assert anything; I just cannot help connecting. Connection, as they say, is in the brain of the perceiver. Thank you for the snowfall of stars; la lune s'attristait. Never been to Wyoming (so I do not really know what you mean), but the beautiful feeling of songerie and the parfum de tristesse make me babble. The darker the better.
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Date: 2008-09-22 11:29 am (UTC)...laissant toujours de ses mains mal fermées
Neiger de blancs bouquets d’étoiles parfumées.
Not that I'm trying to assert anything; I just cannot help connecting. Connection, as they say, is in the brain of the perceiver. Thank you for the snowfall of stars; la lune s'attristait. Never been to Wyoming (so I do not really know what you mean), but the beautiful feeling of songerie and the parfum de tristesse make me babble. The darker the better.