A Cold April.

’twas a bleak and rainy day.

Just how I love them.

My mother and I were supposed to go off to Villa.

“Take some coffee coins, we’ll have a drink after we’re done shopping,” said my mother to me as I am the coins for coffee machines keeper. I still have them (and more) as we didn’t get to use them then.

Reflections, and the noses of my winter boots. I’m wearing my winter boots because they were the only ones to stay dry in such weather. I really need a pair of wellies.
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