Poems and fiction in English by a writer from Finland.
International pictures also included.
Some facts, too. Occasionally.
I could also sleep till the end (of winter). Beautiful pic and words.
Just like me! And you!
Elegia and Lepis, it's a crowded flower!
Then came the summer, real, hot and brilliant summer, and the gloden rose that tenderly held the fairy in its arms all winter through, withered away. And the fairy cried and could not rejoice the summer, for her dear friend - her home - had died. That's when the fairy realized, that she was a bit like human beings who can never be fully content, never feel quite fulfilled, and she also realized that that was partly a reason to live; always to strive for something better... trust and wait, and one day it'll be there!
Oh, what a wise story, Kutuharju. True.
Aren't we, Mick:)
Have a nice winter, dear fairy!
I will, Peter.
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