Fairyland

**That year itself was an open door, but a magical one; once you went through it, you could never return. You stand just beyong it, gazing back at what you have left, and it looks like a country in fairytale book, all little... patches and
and squares of colour, fields and farms and castles... The houses are allcozy,
thatched -roof c... ottages, slowly burnishing in the
afternoon sun.*

Mary French



Было изменено: 8:39 16/12/2010.

Было изменено: 8:40 16/12/2010.