Tina Sosna: Between the trees, the sunflower fields and the warm rain
mitfoch: sleep paralysis
Tina Sosna: A fire within
Tina Sosna: The blue tit and the bunny,
Tina Sosna: Laucustrine II
Tina Sosna: All we need is a hundred acres and some room to breathe
Tina Sosna: Do we really know?
Tina Sosna: A moment in time.
yesenina_k: pale green
jj.nkdp: 2019
Tina Sosna: I fall for you
Rose Claw: A month of saturdays
Tina Sosna: And the trees whispered and the sun was glowing through winters darkness