I wonder
I am standing by the study's window thinking about you while enjoying a glass of bordeaux, looking out at the wide sweep of a great valley I can see from here the river flow carrying spots of ice like if they were jewels... carefully bordering the miles of flat woods that run towards the straight line of the horizon as someone trying to escape would, and right on it... on that imaginary line which only purpose seems to be to divide the pristine white from the incredibly beautiful blue, I see a... Sign in to see full entry.