It’s been a long walk in the meandering mountain paths, along the brooks, feeling the whisper of the deodars and firs in your ear, a tickle of a child’s hand, the smell of the beer, The Beatles, Pink Floyd and Nirvana ... and fragments still inject their psychedelia...and oh! So many photographs I took from the Symbi hill, overlooking the town, magical incantations of the night and the halogens...
Cup time in your palms, melt it and dip your paint brush in it...
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