Deep in the forest

Looking for democracy, I ended up deep in the forest. I could not find any democracy there either, but came to an idyllic spot that looked like a painting by Magritte or Delvaux, maybe. Rustling leaves in the wind, the hoot of an owl. Silence.



In Torremolinos


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