Sometimes a photograph brings up feelings you can’t explain where they’re coming from. Your picture reminded me of the first lines a song by Alela Diane called Colorado Blue: “I drove you home that autumn day/To your mother´s house/The paint was old/The dogs were barking/I sat upon the rug”.
Past and present. I am the tree. The scattered sunset is the past.
ONCE MORE AROUND THE SUN 
Sometimes a photograph brings up feelings you can’t explain where they’re coming from. Your picture reminded me of the first lines a song by Alela Diane called Colorado Blue: “I drove you home that autumn day/To your mother´s house/The paint was old/The dogs were barking/I sat upon the rug”.
Past and present. I am the tree. The scattered sunset is the past.
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