
Books, Sleepovers & Flowery Cafes
“…(F)riendship ... is born at the moment when one says to another…”
The First Snow
…I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?
…(S)leep is for the weak….
“…(F)riendship ... is born at the moment when one says to another…”
…I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?