Friday 27 July 2012

The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, morning, on the way to Lamballe Market

The bobbing back, downward nose and swinging tail move through the woods' light and shadow. There will be changes, possibilities, travel, opportunities, and memories, but never, nothing, better than this.
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