Thy Haunts

"The sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thought refin'd,
Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the biggest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee."
-John Keats
Lula, Fall/Winter 2012 photographed by Annemarieke van Drimmelen


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