It's a long time since I saw some Lotta-and-Blixa pics. I miss them and always will. To think Blixa spent a decade with me. That little face. Her little body. Her monumentally gigantic soul. I love them

Love is the forest shady, beautiful but sometimes we get lost in it Love is the sun hot sound but very useful Love is rain we are always ready to be not flushed but always we remember when the drought