The white-capped hills around me, silver in the sun, were exotic. Romantic even, to my eye. I heard the woolly sheep in the green fields become silent when they stopped… [Continue Reading]
starting again… simply living on a tropical island
The white-capped hills around me, silver in the sun, were exotic. Romantic even, to my eye. I heard the woolly sheep in the green fields become silent when they stopped… [Continue Reading]