I miss my friends... I miss looking at smiling children... I miss watching camels and donkeys walking on the side of the road... I miss the weather... the sun... the sensation of it burning my skin... the vitamin D soaking up my pores! I miss the vastness of the fields... I miss the cold wind blowing through my hair... I miss the colors of the rocks at twilight... I miss talking to my old friends... no need to say their names... I miss that feeling of being helpful... of doing something... Lire la suite sur le blog ›
Cet article provient du blog Alice aux pays des merveilles. Alice habite à Ault et est également auteur de Les Gens... La Gente... et Dunwich and the Friars ruins.