"Flowers, cold from the dew,And autumn's approaching breath,I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids,Which haven't faded yet.In their nights, fragrantly ...
Let whoever wants to, relax in the south,And bask in the garden of paradise.Here is the essence of northand it's autumnI've chosen as this year's friend.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Let whoever wants to, relax in the south,And bask in the garden of paradise.Here is the essence of n...
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