Giada´s short stories and tales
Thoughts, feelings and stories...
Monday, 4 November 2013
A SKETCH
No colors, no paintbrush, he had only a few papers and a pencil.
He looked at things in a different way.
He sketched, and on his immaculate paper bloomed traces of Spring melting the Winter.
(
The Olive Tree Tales
)
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