Where the Light Gets In

By DHThomas


tis no herbal tea
you might catch your death from it
socrates had to

And when I say Socrates, I mean neither the football player nor, if I'm not mistaken, Markus Hediger's dog!

Another walk along the Daoulas on a bright summer's day, taking shelter under the dense foliage of the trees. On the footbridge, the same light reflections. Today I focused on what grows on the banks.

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