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Inside the Box
Looking in from the Outside
Inside the Box…
Road not taken..
Blooming buttercups and wee rabbits hiding between the rocks and grasses
Nature the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild…
Cela ressemble à une rue normale mais c’est une rue ensoleillée
Instead of going on a holiday abroad we rented a little cottage at one of our country’s little islands.
On the foggy foggy banks me boys we pitch and toss about…
Despite the lockdown our local florist has put maximum effort into her display for Valentines
This is de space I feel most at home amidst soft colours, paint and brushes
The snow came during quarantine time and lifted our spirits
Frau Holle shook her pillow and the lands were covered with snow
What lies is the wintery wind which is the past prophecies of what’s to come when greed grows too fast…
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