Vladimir Nabokov by Halsman
If my first glance of the morning was for the sun, my first thought was for the butterflies it would engender.
Literature and butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man.
Vladimir Nabokov by himself
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Vladimir Nabokov by Halsman
If my first glance of the morning was for the sun, my first thought was for the butterflies it would engender.
Literature and butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man.
Vladimir Nabokov by himself
Seen by Joana Blu at 4:36 PM
Labels: Anatomy of Art, Literature, Photography
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