Category Archives: Darb 1718; Linda Cleary’s workshop
Quente !
An early cold morning where everything is fresh ,a place with no friends or foes, and a cup of coffee with the zesty luring smell of hope, enthusiasm and promises. A passionate embrace that cuddles to take you over, and introduce you to the wonders of life, a lavender aura that shields you and everything […]
Thou hast durst…
“In the forest that no one may pass but you, everything will be at your beck and call, only if you dare to enter the land, where no one is going to claim credits for your accomplishments neither take a blame for your forfeits and no help can be attained, your opinion is the only […]
