The last empress

Yesterday, at the small stream below Boisjarzeau, the last empress sat in the morning sunshine with tattered wings outspread before feeding on a cluster of overripe blackberries; her great age could not mask her elegance; she soon flew and was quickly lost high in the trees. The final act in a long and rich summer, and a moment of profound sadness.

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  1. debdebeer says:

    Thank you Steve . Bisous

    1. Steve Parr says:

      Thank you. x

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