They can cut all the flowers, but they can’t stop the spring. – Pablo Neruda Bianca was eternal, as well as the Garden. It was growing up with her and never getting old. Bianca was falling asleep by late autumn and waking up by spring. Her bedroom was caverns made out of branches, her … Continue reading Bianca and the Garden
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