Apr. 18th, 2014

neverspent: vintage art of ferns (Default)
The first morning I found the wisteria blooming in the stand of young pines near my apartment, bunches were hanging at the level of my face, but the scent was too strong and sweet up close. I had to move away and let the breeze carry it, and then it was exquisite. Next morning, the same bunch was lit by the rising sun.

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