“A blush is no language; only a dubious flag – signal
which may mean either of two contradictories.”
~ George Eliot ~
Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in Paris in June 2018.
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BRUSHED WITH A BLUSH
Categories: Photography, Poetry
Tags: Blush, Brush, Cheeks, Dancing, Digital Imagery, Faces, Paint, Parade, Paris, People, Perspective, Photography, Podiatrists, Poetry, Procession, Ravines, Slopes, Tears, Traces, Trauma, Walls, Wrinkles
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