“Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter’s evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day.”

(Virginia Woolf, Night and Day)



20 thoughts on “Dusk

  1. of the limb of trees wrapped around of my hands
    flexible in the breeze
    caressed by the sun
    kissed by a light
    you are

    These are my thought, when I see these photos

    absolute beauty, Kari!
    Thank you for emotion
    Smiling at you !

    • …my dear volcano…I thank you so much for watching me again…and what beautiful words you bring me again…
      I thank you!! (…smiling at you, of course…)

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