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Below the arms of rambunctious pink vigour dappled in leaf like shapes an expeditionary line of soldiers counters a returning line of sated mandibles a olive stone hovers in line 'spem in alium' a warbler throats amongst the cherry’s fruits tickled with the morning’s warmth another builds the morning chorus a caressing swift kiss the tree tops butterflies wandering their brief path ruffling on warm air through poppy in memorium a bee dips in a jubilant flower above a pointy hill clad in medieval remains a source guarded by pillared stones the clock tower strikes its hourly pulse encouraged by a marquis ghost artisans prepare the blank canvas intoxicated by its fibres arts fourth dimension is transfused the clink of glass a gurgle of rosé a shuffle of one nethermost scissor crossing of delicate bangled ankles a delving hand into a pannier a cracking of a baguette skin goats cheese melts on the tongue matched by spicy sausage a tractor awakens engulfed by swarms of gleaming cycles swathed in coutered body suits hidden behind go faster sunglasses quilted vine groves sprout give birth to a Provencal lawn seasoned kegs breath their first gasps quintessential blue fills our eyes calm are the days quick is the inspiration cool are the colours cherish the vitality
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 2:19 PM UTC
Lacoste in spring
Below the arms of rambunctious pink vigour dappled in leaf like shapes an expeditionary line of soldiers counters a returning line of sated mandibles a olive stone hovers in line 'spem in alium' a warbler throats amongst the cherry’s fruits tickled with the morning’s warmth another builds the morning chorus a caressing swift kiss the tree tops butterflies wandering their brief path ruffling on warm air through poppy in memorium a bee dips in a jubilant flower above a pointy hill clad in medieval remains a source guarded by pillared stones the clock tower strikes its hourly pulse encouraged by a marquis ghost artisans prepare the blank canvas intoxicated by its fibres arts fourth dimension is transfused the clink of glass a gurgle of rosé a shuffle of one nethermost scissor crossing of delicate bangled ankles a delving hand into a pannier a cracking of a baguette skin goats cheese melts on the tongue matched by spicy sausage a tractor awakens engulfed by swarms of gleaming cycles swathed in coutered body suits hidden behind go faster sunglasses quilted vine groves sprout give birth to a Provencal lawn seasoned kegs breath their first gasps quintessential blue fills our eyes calm are the days quick is the inspiration cool are the colours cherish the vitality
a village in provence, musical interlude of Tallis, daily life
#village#france#art#food#tallis
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 2:19 PM UTC
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