Saturday, December 26, 2009

Blossom hotel kausani 1756

The himalayas disintegrated into a smudge of baby pink and blue. Then suddenly it was just a pale blue sketch. A half moon cast a shy light. Logs me pear pine and oak burn casting in red sparks dancing among the licking flames. The fiery tongues of flame cast an orange glow on a clutch of faces gathered together by nature.

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