White dust

It is all to be seen what the days bring

Upon refuge in the white dust she explores with curiosity

Her wings of light stand so small behind, ready to spread on the first sight of her love

Her own love is all that plagues her mind

And she walks and dances in the white dust left behind.

Written and photography by Simona Galimberti

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