1) a story for you
| Once, a few years ago, my aunt picked a yellow spring crocus from someone’s garden. She put it on my brothers hands, which were nicely folded. She looked at me and said: “He’s still in the room, I can feel it.” |
| Once, a few years ago, my aunt picked a yellow spring crocus from someone’s garden. She put it on my brothers hands, which were nicely folded. She looked at me and said: “He’s still in the room, I can feel it.” |