Rough translation: “What with the climate change, Russia will be turning the penal gulags into summer camps!”
Ga waba lala booboo!!!
Now you can park anywhere, anytime!
Words fail me!
Slate grey sky Rain falling Birds calling soft harmonies. The holy light of candle flame on stone The scented smoke rising in the stillness of the air. Today my living room becomes a chapel to the Goddess.
http://www.layoutsparks.com/1/219280/butterfly-fairy-sparkle-magical.html There came to visit me a flutterling, with one dark and one iridescent wing. It came to me well in advance, signalling the end of my dance. * A high note of hope did it sing, news of my passing over did it bring. My time here it has been served, it told me […]