A cloche hat, preferably beige and made of a wooden felt, or perhaps […]
The blood oranges are no longer crying; split into partial fractions, they try […]
The fragrance of freshly washed alone is enough to the sway the senses, […]
Persimmons on the kitchen counter, ripe and fragrant, as intention usually is, fingertips […]
They return after the shadows blend into the dark; stars, filling the sky […]