What I see from my desk
rains.
of the stinging rain and cold. With the cold that penetrates you right under the skin, to make inroads into the middle of the blood.
Submerged by clothes, books, codes and codicils, listening to the elements.
Waiting for a package that does not seem to get, in punishment for a child and in contemplation of the last CD of Carmen.
to grips with the creation of very special pouch and clips
fabric is a brocade design with a black background with red, with whom I made a clutch for one of my favorite singer. A red rose and a veil of black tulle drive.
Here the light is bad but this is a clip in purple velvet with white satin and tulle rose curled rigid.
St. Stephen, first martyr, first witness.
Witness a story that goes on for two thousand years.
Cold and Christmas gifts to finish.
And fancy a hot chocolate contraband.
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