As winter drags on, when summer is but a dream drowned in the gray days endlessly repeated ... Cloudless sky, gray uniform, azure absent.
The snail
Is the weather is nice?Robert Desnos
wondered snail
Because for me, it was nice he would
is bad weather. Like it falls
water
is my temperament.
How many people, and without shell,
Do not like the sun It shines
is hidden? He will return!
The snail? you eat.
In my garden, empty snail shells, Henry has been there, sleeping in the hut of branches and brambles, curled up like a big chestnut.
To wait for sunny days and avert the burial of this blog a little marvel animated signed Joanna Lurie , found on the site Peter Gabor , which you can see the storyboard here.
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