that place, hard to forget
a song of ancient desire
imaginary homeland
nocturnal landscape
sailing to visit a venetian dressmaker
dawn ,while sleeping in that forest by the sea
mid july sun
how it felt to be there under the sun
evening, in a late summer garden
listening to the stories of seafaring men
dreams of the lands i never saw, but sometimes did
the feeling of late july
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