wama

24.03.08

a bird flies away, a girl runs behind holding a string, the bird is a kite flying low. they are at the edge of the forest and beyond that last wall of trees there is no telling what will come next. behind her a tree foks like a road and a Buddha turns her back to look out over an open expanse below two looming camel hump cliffs.

posted by la kara @ 13:38