He was like an old Indian or Egyptian king collecting a snow crown on his head. His head resting on his sofa pillow I stole from his room.
A personal memoir with all the elements I like; family, travelogue and art manual.
A team effort on trying to make the world at least a tiny bit more “human”.
Any of these tickle your fancy?
The airs of winter can bring over nostalgia for bygone kisses.
Any book you want, and with a smile.