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Sunrise on the Beirut CornichePosted by finkployd in
Photo  leaning against a railing, cool morning breeze carries a whiff of salt into a deep puff at a burning bud, as he contemplates the significance of a yellow sock, and a misplaced kiss. -finkployd- all rights reserved Trackbacks
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You have brought back great memories. I need to get back soon and add to the mysteries! :) Hearty
Quite romantic :)
...an inspiration to ponder more and more upon the rising sun as its warmth renovates our heart's affections, body's endurances, soul's songs and mind's contemplations... --M-- Song of the Soul... It is a song composed by contemplation, and published by silence, and shunned by truth, and repeated by dreams, and understood by love, and hidden by awakening, and sung by the soul. --GKG--
I agree - a yellow sock?? No Lebanese person I know would wear a yellow sock! Too untrendy for words. I missed that when I read it this morning. When I read it this morning I was thinking more of stolen kisses in Hamra and Sin el Fil when security wasn't looking, and walks on the corniche in the morning to wake up and get ready for a long lunch with the loved ones. Anyhow, there must be a good reason for the yellow sock - maybe it was left by a foreign journalist scurrying past going south. Hearty :)
great picture... took me a while to recognize the buidlings in the far field....beirut is changing....but is the same...
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