My Dearest Son,I sit in a field of grass and delicate yellow flowers. The wild blows with a strong gust of warm October air. I am surrounded by rustic…Oct 20, 2020Oct 20, 2020
In Italy, the wind hits your face at a kind angle.In Italy, nothing matters but the moment.Jun 26, 2020Jun 26, 2020
I hear the tenderness in the morning birds song.I feel the tenderness in the fibers of my heart.Jun 25, 2020Jun 25, 2020
