We rubbed wild thyme between our fingers, followed the flight of gentle bees -
The air under the tall pines was scented with resin -
An old woman from the lonely village wished us well -
From the high slopes we could look out over our new world -
Lake Kocegyz was on the edge of seeing, a pale blue mirror under the flawless sky -
12.20
Thursday 26 May 2016
Memiser Mahallesi
Turkey
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