Wednesday, April 11, 2012

In places near me...

It is about time for home coming! I approach a certain limit, which has to be crossed, whatever I leave behind. Just a few breaths away. 

Time to shoot again.

He brings not just words.


Easter light and time of expectancy.

Does not need words.

Sto spiti mou. Doulévw. In the house where I work.

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