On ground level
“Before the daisies, vermeil rimmed and white,
Hide in deep herbage; and ere yet the bees
Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas,
I must be near the middle of my story.”
~ John Keats ("Endymion")
“The shivering dragonfly
Gazes at its eyeballs
In the magnificent pond
Full of a wide and mysterious world.”
~ Victor Hugo ("Printemps")
“See that feather ?
Well, it's... an angel feather
Don't worry, I'm not asking you to believe me, I won't anymore
Still, if you could listen to my story again one more time.”
~ Claude Nougaro ("Plume d'ange")
“My stretched heart of fragrant ivy and vines,
You are a garden where all four seasons
Partaking of fresh boxwood, gooseberry clusters,
And pinecones, dance on the lawn.”
~ Anna de Noailles ("Le coeur innombrable")
“Truths are fruits that should only be picked at the peak of ripeness.”
On a warm summer day, I fell asleep in the shade of a gooseberry bush and like Alice, had the strangest of dreams: my size had shrinked to that of an ant. During the course of my adventure, I met up with Bob the Bumblebee and Lulu the Dragonfly, and stumbled across a pair of wings and a heart an angel had left behind while picking up some unripe pearls of wisdom as you can see from the pictures above.
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