Nuances
My favourite toy was a green plastic tractor. It didn’t look like the one in the photo – it was simplistic and ugly, but I loved it. I liked dolls too, but the tractor was my no. 1. My father...
Every morning I grab my brushes and repaint it in vivid colours but by the end of the day all fade out. Again, and again…
I am thinking of you. Even the spirits are quiet.
I am there. Unlimited by words and physical barriers. I have hidden a bottle of wine behind the stone. Infinite Smile.