Tina Sosna: My kind of light
alexandrabochkareva: Winter Bird
Tina Sosna: Dear, Roses - Part One
Tina Sosna: Light plays where people rest
Tina Sosna: A light in all this warm darkness
Tina Sosna: Entering places we don't know yet
Tina Sosna: You wither and no one notices.
Em Bernatzky: old shoes
Teresa Q: flowers
betulvargun: there for you
Tina Sosna: The First Snow
My . December: "In the morning they'll hurt like cigarette burns"
Veroszka.: duchy Lowicz
Tina Sosna: cherry blossom girl
jardt: love - let them being close in the far and being far in the close
alexandrabochkareva: I find shelter in this way
rozeslon: Spring in the mountains