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Verdon Gorge

Château Verdon

That morning during my trip to the South of France last autumn, I wanted to be a girl from a movie you might watched a few years ago and still have random pictures in your head but have no idea the name of it and it doesn’t matter…

We were driving along beautiful french fields, exploring the area and looking for something special. We found a beautiful château - the perfect place to write a poem [like an episode from that movie in your head]

Poems of her life. Maybe someone would read them someday.

Feels like this story is not about me, but someone else. Someone else who has experienced so many magical moments. - and only these shots are some kind of a prove it was a reality. 

Have I really been there or it’s all my imagination? No one knows now. 

Although I have a poem instead. Can you read these pictures?

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<h1>IN DISTANT REALITY</h1>
I’ve lost my dreams they are nowhere to be found. I get a glimpse of them, then I find myself back in reality. Reality lives on forever but I always find my mind in a moment when reality is non-existent. My dreams. 
Visible in my sights. But murky in my thoughts. My reality is amended by my feelings though it remains the same. My head is lost in the illusion of a dream-droughted reality. But my heart is full of joy in a dream enhanced by reality. Silence ...
A thumping again and again, continuously a beat repeats, reality then dreams, consecutively, the threads of my sane mind are only held by my crazy belief that my reality ceases as it gets a hold of my dreams. My thoughts are just broken mirrors reflecting reality and dreams. What I live through each day is an entanglement of my reality and dreams.

Léna Juice