…und dann in der tasche ein zusammengefalteter zettel auf dem nur steht : “sie laechelt” 3 Comments Marilou November 9, 2020, 20:40 Some kind of panacea. Bio November 9, 2020, 21:28 This one’s heartwarming. 🙂 Chris November 10, 2020, 21:29 Ahh, November. A kind of rebirth. A finding of oneself! And the leaves wither the needles fall. What do you do except huddle and smile and laugh? And cook and drink and smile. Well, that’s my plan anyway. Comments are now closed for this post.
Marilou
Some kind of panacea.
Bio
This one’s heartwarming. 🙂
Chris
Ahh, November. A kind of rebirth. A finding of oneself! And the leaves wither the needles fall. What do you do except huddle and smile and laugh? And cook and drink and smile. Well, that’s my plan anyway.