Author: Κλειώ
A fruity ensemble at my granny’s cozy spring scented loft…
Little town it’s a quiet Village every day like the one before…
This old room filled with vinyl memories
In good company I don’t mind losing during the course of the game
Diving into a writer’s soul discovering the broken treasure and beautiful mysteries that make you gasp for air
A soft breeze through the Willow queen’s forest…
We can still get a well brewed pint at the Woodland Inn
The magical light is waking me, outside the birds are singing springtime is coming…
