miðvikudagur, október 28, 2009


And then, suddenly, it is all yellow. Two cold nights, and there is not patch of black macadam to be seen. Two hours of wet wind, and the string of cars along the curb are magnificently decoupaged.

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Here, the maples are suddenly redless against the grey sky.

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