"I want to drift towards the matrices, towards the
contecture of its original branches of crystal;
to drift, to wet my brow, plunging skin, thirst
and dream into the
dew's secret confusion."
~PN
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I'f you know where this is, keep it to yourself. Some places deserve to stay as they are.
Palermo at dusk.
A friend I made in southern Patagonia who spends one month each year fishing that same spot.