Tuesday, December 28

winter island




this is where we spent christmas: on a tiny island with snow-white beaches. it was cold and windy and wonderful. i talked to the lighthousekeeper and fed the birds, patted sheep that stood thick in their winter wool, their feet in the frozen land, and i saw a pink sunset. we drank mulled wine and ate lots of chocolate. i worked away at my many-coloured shawl. it was a quiet litte fairy tale.

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