Frosty
“I’m pretty lost in becoming all this frost. Bitter, like Winter. Strung-out like a string of pearls.” ― Ashly Lorenzana
“I’m pretty lost in becoming all this frost. Bitter, like Winter. Strung-out like a string of pearls.” ― Ashly Lorenzana
Looking out at the village from the kitchen window.
Another cold start in the north… No filter, just a slightly shaky hand on account of the temperature.
Time to get the scraper out again…