Drabbles on Beleg and Turin
For Turin he was the bright beams of sunlight shot through the boughs of cedars, snow-covered, standing tall and straight. He was the fresh delight bore on cold wintry breeze ‘neath the endless indigo of a cloudless sky.
Together they patrolled the woods,loitering underneath the canopy of forest trees. It’s summer in its prime. On wet soil they lied, on coarse surfaces of trunks they leaned, in the rustling growing and rapturing of life they resided. The strengthening bound between them was everything between that of brothers and lovers, more devoting than the former, but less heedless that the latter.
前一段来自tag内一颗蛋太太的画作（hhdykd.lofter.com），惊为天人，有兴趣者可以前去卢浮宫参观~~