Late summer afternoons are times of great pleasure, don’t you agree?
Did my dream ever come true?
Is this the world what I've dreamed?
Now the night is falling You have gone Sad dreams blow through dark trees Love's gone wrong Clouds of sadness raining all night long Love's gone...
~
I Float Alone ~ Julee Cruise
waiting alone with a swifting feeling of patience and calmness
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Tinted, seeped and drenched in a deep hue of blue...
The Letter (1940)
dir. by William Wyler
downtown memories at twilight
“When the flower blossoms, the bee will come.”
~ Srikumar Rao
a beachfront drive above a pastel sky
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