©
enneeenne: Future
©
enneeenne: The tall tree
©
enneeenne: The things that must be forgotten.
©
enneeenne: Our footsteps echo
©
enneeenne: Self
©
enneeenne: Wind song
©
enneeenne: The Daguerreotype
©
enneeenne: Autumn comes early in the morning
©
enneeenne: Odette goes to the lake
©
enneeenne: A dream
©
enneeenne: On the railing set forth just a little of herself
©
enneeenne: The heart has many doors
©
enneeenne: At the end of the story
©
enneeenne: Too late
©
enneeenne: The bride
©
enneeenne: Somewhere to run to
©
enneeenne: A brush stroke
©
enneeenne: The moon watches
©
enneeenne: Shhhhh
©
enneeenne: Sun will be rising again
©
enneeenne: Rain is in my eyes
©
enneeenne: Once
©
enneeenne: The wounds of time
©
enneeenne: The reflection of a whisper
©
enneeenne: Rome
©
enneeenne: Alice came to a fork in the road. “Which road do I take?” she asked. “Where do you want to go?” responded the Cheshire cat. “I don’t know,” Alice answered. “Then,” said the cat, “it doesn’t matter.”
©
enneeenne: Vertigo
©
enneeenne: Elsewhere
©
enneeenne: Echoes
©
enneeenne: Doooooors