Sleeping near the man burning
Finishing the long night.
@ Burning Man
Finishing the long night.
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Breakfast is served!
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@ Burning Man
He came to me while I was packing my camp before departure; it was early morning, he was talking to me but no world was clear; I gave him a banana, he was or finishing his night or starting a new weird day. He left smiling.
He looked to me like The Petit Prince from Saint-Exupery. He was walking alone in the desert, I was curious about what he had in his hands; this is a root he said, I can eat that for days. He was dressed like the Prince of the desert, his voice was so smooth that I could hardly hear; I loved his style, he was probably from the stars.
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I was walking around the Temple of Grace, the dust was all over, when I suddenly saw that creature posing for pictures; I approached her and saw that the photographers were not professionals, so I felt free to ask her, “Can I take a picture?”. She smiled at me, she started posing and I took 3 pictures; ” I am a model she says, my name is Grace, I am from”…I can’t remember where she was from; “nice to meet you” she said putting her very long fingers into my hand.
I was impressed by the poses she was taking, she was the professional, I was the amateur. Grace was like in her Temple. A man looked at her walking into the Temple, he did not like her nudity.
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