Fast falls the evening tide in Ovim. At this time of the day thick fog descend from hills surrounding our village. Tens of thousand incessant
Day: Jan 6, 2020
Little Feather
Dreams are not for you little feather For you must fly and soar above all, Above those who may delay your sails And across thick
Jorinda and Jorindel from Gutenberg Project
There was once an old castle, that stood in the middle of a deep gloomy wood, and in the castle lived an old fairy. Now
