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THE LOMOGRAPHY LAB
A SUMMER BRIDE TALE
A SUMMER BRIDE TALE
“PATHWAYS”
Understand, I’ll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.
I’ll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
you come too.
THE BRIDE
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