Winter Cloak
" constellation Ages The bearded Christmas night I look - Many homeless ground lights, Many stars, constellations I see Their wondrous land of moles - you! Wherever you look, sparkles open golden towers, arches, altars - Do you pray to be insolvent, can not land My mind, dumb? mere silence of the night is full of stars! Va, one on the ground onslaught! Va other! Faster. Open the door - will like it, and to thy light ... " / George Baltrušaitis / Apsigobkite loose, robe softness (40% Lana). Packed in a sturdy cardboard box, snowflakes writing. // Upcoming festive occasion I wish you all the blessings of God and the Faith. Your resting heart :)
