Sometimes, I wonder if I had made the right choice.
The young apple blossoms hesitate to bloom as they pretend heedless to the luring whispers of the early morning breeze. Mark has been watching, listening to the… Read more “Blossom”
It is plainly painted with cream. Its bristled roughness and sharp edges show an appearance of toughness yet its slenderness gives away its vulnerability. The surface, lined… Read more “The Door and Out”