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?