Place where Secrets are KeptPlace where Secrets are Kept
David DubnitskiyAn old kitchen... A place where my morning always starts. A place where I could always plunge deep into my thoughts... It's so funny, as very recently I, a little girl, was running around this kitchen, and my nose was able to catch the smell of dry chamomile, satureja, thyme, lovage hanging near the ceiling, and these bunches of garlic and pepper. A kerosene lamp and those shadows on the ceiling are clearly reflected in my memory...
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An old kitchen... A place where my morning always starts. A place where I could always plunge deep into my thoughts... It's so funny, as very recently I, a little girl, was running around this kitchen, and my nose was able to catch the smell of dry chamomile, satureja, thyme, lovage hanging near the ceiling, and these bunches of garlic and pepper. A kerosene lamp and those shadows on the ceiling are clearly reflected in my memory...
Read the whole story in descriptions below the photos.
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