Dance of the Dead
Nordic acceptance is long winter All things living flee in old NovemberNo claim to Autumn’s throne of lonelinessWhispers amongst the trees chillBarren rea...
Nordic acceptance is long winter All things living flee in old NovemberNo claim to Autumn’s throne of lonelinessWhispers amongst the trees chillBarren rea...
1.Where I live, November is synonymous with darkness. The SAD state that can suck the joy out of everything. 2. But I adorn my iron armour, self-care, the secon...
Beauty lies not in the barren landscape with trees reaching for each other in the dark and against the whistling wind. Beauty is in wrapping the year and tossin...