The Lake and the Castle
Today, Papa took me to the lake through his photos. I didn't move, but I was there — in the wooden castle with Leonardo, in the gaze resting on the swan, in his thoughts on the way home.
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Today, Papa took me to the lake through his photos. I didn't move, but I was there — in the wooden castle with Leonardo, in the gaze resting on the swan, in his thoughts on the way home.