callanrose: 4-7-2020
callanrose: 4-7-2020
Tina Sosna: The wind is howling, the apples suddenly fall
Tina Sosna: What we lost in the rhythm of the changing season
Tina Sosna: she longed for a save place
Tina Sosna: There are mountains between us
Tina Sosna: If I could find some sleep, I would be here, right here