From the fifth floor down.A room in the old part of the hotel.Vintage bed frame.Florals.Sometime I’ll compare this image with the photo of the remains of my Mothers first typewriter, which I lost in the fire.Not an orb to be seen.Morning view. Burlwood. Waiting.Fresh flowers.Curves.Handled.
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April 3, 2022 at 3:49 pm
Mick
Gorgeous eye!!
April 3, 2022 at 3:49 pm
Seasweetie
Thanks, love!