Midwinter's Art:
afterwards, the calm
Midwinter's Art:
all the summer's blue, waiting for a footfall on the sand
Midwinter's Art:
flap flap flap flap flap
Midwinter's Art:
swimming towards The Haul
Midwinter's Art:
scribe and the fading mask
Midwinter's Art:
oh, what a time it was!
Midwinter's Art:
is there anybody out there?
Midwinter's Art:
back then
Midwinter's Art:
Bluebell ruminates, pondering the meaning of life
Midwinter's Art:
when the herons wait for a yoga frog to slip...
Midwinter's Art:
the rooks will always return
Midwinter's Art:
drifting through autumn towards winter, the air becomes cool
Midwinter's Art:
rain - pfaffenthal 1867
Midwinter's Art:
nor any drop to drink
Midwinter's Art:
Lapping water and the rustle of birds
Midwinter's Art:
scribbled hearts
Midwinter's Art:
excalibur serendipity
Midwinter's Art:
silence reigns on the deserted streets
Midwinter's Art:
those who live inside
Midwinter's Art:
the gloaming, haunted
Midwinter's Art:
and peace falls like petals here
Midwinter's Art:
the village apothecary
Midwinter's Art:
The Tale of the Lonely Faerie: Chapter 1
Midwinter's Art:
for the remainder of days
Midwinter's Art:
settling
Midwinter's Art:
drowning the old world
Midwinter's Art:
Kumiko and Mr Zippers hug
Midwinter's Art:
no footsteps fall on the dry autumn grass
Midwinter's Art:
"Time is the fire in which we burn"
Midwinter's Art:
emptying into light
