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08/20/2018
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A hell of a paradise
Roses, as far as the eye can see, noble in many shades of red. Behind, in front and around it darkest forest. In the distance a glow and glow. Purple, orange rimmed.
Likewise violet with blue-green reunion.
The sand-colored background plays with light, while the moonless night produces bright stars.
Coloured vertebrae seem to turn, becoming more and more intense, kaleidoscopically interwoven.
Until the purple light remains and everything else slowly dissolves into silent explosions with distant reverberation.
A "Big Bang" of rich fragrances carries the senses away with it. But the depth has not yet been explored.
The rose suction draws the woods under its spell, loosens chips and carries their aroma far over mountain and flat land.
The comfort of a pine forest that absorbs the heat of the day.
Moisture and covers the needles of the conifers with wafer-thin drops.
And again the distance glows, and the play of light begins anew.
Dark and bright, rich and pastel, hot red and cool turquoise blue, mysteriously draining violet. And thousands of flowers breathe their scent into the wafting air.
No frost, no storm and no summer heat can harm them.
They are protected by forest, lake and grass.
The sun may have risen, but then everything lies in mild light, like innocent and a kind of paradise.
And when the evening comes again, the magic of the "spectacles" will return, the fires will glow, the color wheels will spin...
As from the beginning of times at.
A "hellish!" beautiful paradise. "Olfaktoria, the muse of the night, sends her greetings
Likewise violet with blue-green reunion.
The sand-colored background plays with light, while the moonless night produces bright stars.
Coloured vertebrae seem to turn, becoming more and more intense, kaleidoscopically interwoven.
Until the purple light remains and everything else slowly dissolves into silent explosions with distant reverberation.
A "Big Bang" of rich fragrances carries the senses away with it. But the depth has not yet been explored.
The rose suction draws the woods under its spell, loosens chips and carries their aroma far over mountain and flat land.
The comfort of a pine forest that absorbs the heat of the day.
Moisture and covers the needles of the conifers with wafer-thin drops.
And again the distance glows, and the play of light begins anew.
Dark and bright, rich and pastel, hot red and cool turquoise blue, mysteriously draining violet. And thousands of flowers breathe their scent into the wafting air.
No frost, no storm and no summer heat can harm them.
They are protected by forest, lake and grass.
The sun may have risen, but then everything lies in mild light, like innocent and a kind of paradise.
And when the evening comes again, the magic of the "spectacles" will return, the fires will glow, the color wheels will spin...
As from the beginning of times at.
A "hellish!" beautiful paradise. "Olfaktoria, the muse of the night, sends her greetings
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