As the edge of the moon touched the top of the waterfall the cascade turned the color of the pale yellow moon. Slowly the light touched the river and began to flow down the river. He watched, pensive, as his cloak flapped int he light breeze.
“Don’t throw stones if you live in a glass house.” What an idea – to live in a house made entirely of glass. How long do you think it takes to clean all those windows? Contact the Designer: Santambrogiomilano
Gorgeous orange autumn leaves drifting down into the forest woodlands pool of water as fog begins to drift in among the trees in the distance. - DdO:) - Rippling reflections of the old key subject tree.