Both photo and poem went straight to my, eh, well, to the part of my brain where images and words are transformed in electrical and chemical processes that in turn give me the feeling that I am touched, David. And provoke the need to look and read better. That is what art does. The longer it vexes us, the more is saved in our memory and wants to be seen/felt/smelled/heard again. Hey, this comes close to getting infatuated. In short: both image and words are of high quality.

Friend of life and beauty and foe of spoilers of life and beauty. Golden marriage. Grandfather. Pianist and micro poet. Dutch, European.

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