A curved cobblestone road led to a fairy-tale stone bridge and the brick building of the blessed spring with a small tiled pool marked with a cross. It was dry.
Winter is coming, reminiscing, elk jerky is quite nice, actually.
What if everything I loved suddenly appeared on the slope of a Swiss mountain?
(Or what I was doing when I wasn’t here)
Somehow shopping at the central market never gets any easier.
User discretion advised. War is hell.
I might have picked the wrong side.
Vegetables have never been so exciting.
(It's me. The sponsor is me.)
