Arjen Mulder 1 Oca 1998 The landscape's thought When twilight falls, a thought takes shape in the landscape. A flurry of wind swirls through a lonely tree on the moors, a cloud of birds whirls down over a sandy path to the hedge near a brook...
Arjen Mulder 1 Oca 1998 The landscape's thought When twilight falls, a thought takes shape in the landscape. A flurry of wind swirls through a lonely tree on the moors, a cloud of birds whirls down over a sandy path to the hedge near a brook...
