The Maiden and the Wind
Once upon a time, there was a maiden who lived in a tiny cottage with windows whose curtains were made of stars.
Category: Stories
smoke on the water
she goes off sometimes, far away inside herself. after some hours, maybe she comes back – usually smelling of woodsmoke + seasalt.
It’s a Log’s Life
He wanted open seas, open skies, open roads. He wanted to meet other trees that were not cedars, on journeys of their own.
