on the last day he took her where the wild roses grow and she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief and he kissed her goodbye, said, All beauty must die and lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
Thursday, August 16, 2007
latte by maja m.miusow
we all know this, donuts, coffees,chocolates little pleasures during the day to survive
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
k&tmk in ie/galway by maja m.miusow
Monday, August 13, 2007
m. by maja m.miusow
Sunday, July 29, 2007
vicky/belfast by maja m.miusow
Very English as for Irish city,wet and calm. I didn't have enought time to really enjoy myself there,maybe next time.