g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Hvem skal trampe på min bro?
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
I do it only because of my mania for the alphabet
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
En passant par la Lorraine
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Little Hildegunn was nowhere in sight. She was going to be late for dinner again.
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Oddly enough
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Le tabouret du souffleur
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
“The sun rose slowly, as if it wasn't sure it was worth all the effort.” ― Terry Pratchett, The Light Fantastic
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
“The apothecary was humming in the backroom. He’d found a new type of blue fluff, which he was grinding down. It was probably good for curing something. He’d have to try it out on people until he found out what." Terry Pratchett - The Carpet People
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
The dream invariably started at the house
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Sad songs make me happy
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Meanwhile, back in Piss Alley...
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
For whom the crows caw
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Rainy with a chance of mayhem
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Summer in the city
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Not much of anything
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
This was clearly not the way to the Hilton
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
The big boys play in someone’s shadow down the street
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Where the trees used to be smaller
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Of poles and crows
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Versatile shades of light for your kind perusal
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Germinal with a dash of sunshine
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Do you want me on your mind or can I make you forget me?
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
I look down and see the world and it’s fading
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
My mind rebels at stagnation
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
The quest for the Perfect Edelweiss
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
ça sent le zombie à plein nez
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Bob's theory of concealment
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
A bird was singing but it was clearly a novice
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Follow the fumes
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
And the sixth month... it was still snowing.
