Short Story and ACEO Painting by JFM I enlarged this miniature painting to show the detail. Note: (c) Copyright belongs to JFM Tonight I listen to the howl of the wind as it swirls around the manor trying to find a way in through the cracks and crevices of its ancient stone walls. Looking out of the tower window I watch the winter storm blow in off the ocean waves below. The surf is pounding against the shore and the jagged rocks on the beach, trying to climb the bluff and leaving an icy world on everything in its path...I also see something else! Then the sounds begin. The mournful sound of wailing that starts outside of the windows and then reaches inside these ancient manor walls. As has happened many times before, I hear the slow, steady shuffle of someone climbing up the stars from the floor below. Whatever is out there on the stairway gets closer to the old tower room where I went when the storm began. A soft moan reaches my ears and my hands trembl...
Amar pelos dois- Salvador Sobral- Grupo Talía
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This song from the lisping choir is so so
It reminds me of the melancholy Sundays of my childhood
Chilly dark winter teas of cold ham, limp salad and the r...
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