The first fire in the old woodstove
The smell of the first rain outside and the smell of the woodstove is a great sense of comfort, as we enter into this winter, falling out of fall season, I feel a warmth but then also a sadness of this coming season, as its another year that’s passed us by like the falling stars in the atmosphere.
Colorful colors of all those trees,
The dampness and the coldness, makes lovers cuddle. Romance is in the air, couples and lovers cuddling. it’s a wonder that most birthdays are in the summer, cause making love in the winter is the best.
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1. Across this bridge
4. When life become a book
5. Read Between the Lines
6. The Sleeping Turtle Art Gallery
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