i see nothing
UNE HISTOIRE SUR LA ROUTE
ÂŤ The wind rustles through the lilacs the birds flit about in the bushes the flies land slowly on my damp skin but I hear nothing and I see nothing and I feel nothing without you Âť Rain Gill
ÂŠ camille Kirnidis
Little edition with photographs taken on the road between Arles and Montpellier (France).