20 thoughts on “Borders

    1. The spirit of any line is bonded to the spirit of the observer. I am glad you see them in that way, Ulli. 😉
      Greetings from the far summer,
      Francis.

    1. I know, perhaps I was thinking in a post of yours, in a person crossing a corner of Montreal, the texture of concrete with marks as scars… my scars… I have some as well. Still I would love to think, a wish, that yours were soft enough to vanish in memory…
      I will not forget when I´ll see your mots. ^_^/

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