The east wind is calling me, the clouds have gathered in my mind. To soothe the mind in the east wind, to match the rhythm of life. I think the colorful wind is blowing, far away. The east wind is calling to me, touching me with a familiar smell. The lonely quiet attic touches your heart.Where the horizon merges in the bosom of the blue sea, I want to lose there, in the eyes of imperfection. #Photography
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That's a lovely photo, gianna. Happy Sunday, my friend!