Tranströmer
” Look, the moon. Isn’t it beautiful? I love the moon! Ouch.” Pomi grabbed the back of his neck. ” What happened?” ” I think a mosquito just bit me.” ” Oh really?… Continue reading
” Look, the moon. Isn’t it beautiful? I love the moon! Ouch.” Pomi grabbed the back of his neck. ” What happened?” ” I think a mosquito just bit me.” ” Oh really?… Continue reading