HANNA'S WALK

My neighbourhood is flourishing

The mysterious sound in the bog

To begin with, it was silence that dominated natures sound scape. Weakly I could hear the children play on the other side of the lake, but then there was this deep low-frequency engine sound. That sounds like a… Read More

When bright flowers bloom …

When bright flowers bloom Parchment crumbles, my words fade The pen has dropped … Morpheus