mona_dee: Living in No. 2
mona_dee: Warning: Beware of dog
mona_dee: Sunday march
mona_dee: Separated
mona_dee: Seat under the sun
mona_dee: Why do you let your head hang down?
mona_dee: Well-deserved rest after a hard week
mona_dee: Calmness lies behind the knobby branches
mona_dee: Woman in red
mona_dee: Sometimes the passage from concrete to nature is fluent
mona_dee: The bench that is ignored
mona_dee: Walking together down-the-line
mona_dee: Trying to get a clear sight through dirty windows - mostly in vain but you try it though
mona_dee: Propeller Lady
mona_dee: Come close, the distance between us is not real but only an optical illusion...
mona_dee: Who is behind the bars, you or me?
mona_dee: Boys left - Girls right
mona_dee: Leaving the glasshouse, discovering the world outside...
mona_dee: It wasn´t him, it was the mole!
mona_dee: Blurred memories
mona_dee: A room with a view
mona_dee: For the gate is small and the way is narrow that leads to life, and there are few who find it.
mona_dee: Let me show you my castle in the air, it is hidden behind some bushes but soon you will see
mona_dee: Nur ein Stuhl - Just a chair - Μόνο μια καρέκλα
mona_dee: Still a long way to go...
mona_dee: .little boy.
mona_dee: In the flower shop
mona_dee: Horizon
mona_dee: Lake, so peaceful