TombesScent

I let you go and was meant to be. The beauty I let go, the world saw. You always spoke of the peach woods soaked in saffron in the past, yet you were always covered in rose branches. Every wanted embrace within reach, yet so far away....

September, Tuscany, six friends... Late summer is at its best. When the midday sun is high on the horizon, there is no warmth to speak of. This snapshot is meant to describe the oppressive heat in search of refreshment. Secluded in the hilly...