Spring in St. Petersburg. Several years ago. It’s actually an exercise where you need to add something extra to your urban scene, like splashes of stamps
P.s my laptop also got some splashes alright
I went to the kitchen to make some tea, still a lot left to do, the night seemed to be long. I looked up the window in front of me. The moon was orange.
I am quiet and sharp, strong and calm. I learn from the trees, I become the tree, I nurture the soil while it gives me back, and let the energy flow throughout the universe. I am a master, I am a slave, for the existence of them before me verifies my frivolous character in this game.
