Mittens winter came, stretched its frames, wove misty threads into the damp wood. fogged windows, we didn’t...
Your mountain is robed in sombre rifle green And one of its greener fields is suddenly Black with rooks....
At the Konditorei Close, warm, and humming with the relaxed sounds of post- midday Kaffee-Kuchen. The cakes are...
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