A field of beans: haiku
Here once was a road, Now a field of avare – Fallen milky way. A year ago, access to our farm was blocked by a villager who decided to plough […]
Here once was a road, Now a field of avare – Fallen milky way. A year ago, access to our farm was blocked by a villager who decided to plough […]
From June to August end my husband has agreed to teach a course at his old institute. In our thirty-five years of married life, we have always functioned as a […]