There’s a small window in this room of oddities. It’s so dusty and dirty you can’t see to the outside. It doesn’t look like it’s been cleaned in months – or ever. I’m not sure where it would look out... Continue Reading →
Christmas is a time of songs and lights Snow falling softly over little villages tucked in tight Blanketing them in a cozy white slumber Fires crackling keeping everyone nice and warm While presents overflow under the tree But there's so... Continue Reading →
Christmas is a time of songs and lights Snow falling softly over little villages tucked in tight Blanketing them in a cozy white slumber Fires crackling keeping everyone nice and warm While presents overflow under the tree But there's so... Continue Reading →
Gypsy Aurora Musings 