Daydreams: Band of Gypsies
On the night a band of gypsies was born, the Moon turned a fire red.
Beneath a starry sky ~ land was finally found, aside from them the island was abandoned and the gypsies were free to do as they pleased without a worry in the world, the jungle as their brother, the sea as their sister. Running with the wind through the afternoons golden glow alongside the waters edge they find home not by place but within themselves.
“The moon in all her immaculate purity hung in the sky, laughing at this world of dust. She congratulated me for my carefully considered maneuvers and invited me to share in her eternal solitude”
Words & Images: Josh Hedge
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