Sunday, June 2, 2019

Crepuscular.  Sounds like aa skin disease.  Or something dry and curled up at the edges.  It is in fact that magical moment when day turns to evening, when light is balanced between two worlds.  A time of superstition and coyotes roaming the street, a moment of memory.  In Corsica, in Propriano at the Miramar Hotel it is cocktail hour. 

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