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Monday, June 16, 2008

36. The echo of a distant tide


“She was a flower of the mountain when she put the rose in her hair like the Andalusian girls ... and how we kissed under the Moorish wall”

From the diaries of J. J.
June 16, 1904


Posted by Arash at 10:43 AM
Labels: NATURESQUE

1 comment:

حسین said...

آقا این کجی‌اش خیلی خوبه

June 20, 2008 at 2:08 AM

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