Where
In the predawn silence, when the sun is still concerned with the horizon, and the world lurked breathing, it goes barefoot along the trampled path of the garden - among the colors, among the smells of delicate lilac. In her gaze - the sky, in her movements - silence, in her heart - light sadness, like a breath of spring wind. Hannah - like morning dew, as fragile and invisible, but capable of reflecting the whole world.
About Where
In the predawn silence, when the sun is still concerned with the horizon, and the world lurked breathing, it goes barefoot along the trampled path of the garden - among the colors, among the smells of delicate lilac. In her gaze - the sky, in her movements - silence, in her heart - light sadness, like a breath of spring wind. Hannah - like morni...Read more