In the autumn sunshine of a Copenhagen afternoon, I’m sitting on the balcony of the fifth-floor apartment where our second son and his partner live.
The words glimmer with truth well told.
Thanks Andrew. These sketched moments are rendered with the truth of Oak trees. Old words, substantial words. Writing in a language of peace.
The words glimmer with truth well told.
Thanks Andrew. These sketched moments are rendered with the truth of Oak trees. Old words, substantial words. Writing in a language of peace.