“Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
~ Anaïs Nin ~
Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo taken in Orléans, France in April 2017.
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Categories: France, Perspective, Photography, Poetry
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