Yelen

Autumn. Dying leaves. Cold river. And knowing that winter comes yearly again.

not even Max sensations could have helped him.

nothing made quite sense but why bother right?

spring in Russia came quite late for him.

so little to say but so much to do.

Connected to the higher stratas

Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my dear!

Christmas were far away but that gift wrap was a must have

Flora and fauna

Not everything was lost

It was too late. Dogs were there and hunters nearby.

Walking through the meadow in that night soothed him.

Not even them could do anything about it.

Innocent, yet not spared. White.

Last days of Cyan and Magenta in the Black. Yellow did not make it. Print.

Hesitantly marched forward as it bacame more apparent