Tina Sosna: Find me
Alexander Shark: road to silent hill
maratsafin: Йа вант
Tina Sosna: Love is a lonely thing
Teresa Q: on clouded minds and misty eyes
Tina Sosna: When there was a belly and spinach from the garden
Tina Sosna: My everything
Michael collect: La barque
Tina Sosna: We enter the forest of flowers, right beside the river where a boat takes us to the other bank. I see marks from my sandals on my feet already. The sun is stronger this year. And so are we.
Tina Sosna: And in the distance I see you holding my hand
janamartish: dreamy meadow
Tina Sosna: My Lily of the Valley
Tina Sosna: That she never had