Coming back from Valladolid, where we went to take half a life back home, we got this view. The last light of the sun beyond rain curtains over deserted fields.There's a kind of beauty that alters our feelings, that one of these moments.
Sometimes we feel it's talking to us,other times-a silent of communion. Lonely looking photo.It's a storm here.
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Sometimes we feel it's talking to us,other times-a silent of communion. Lonely looking photo.
It's a storm here.
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