—in the snowy mountain village— safe beneath her roaming palms above a bowl of nightfollowing a fragrance of fireflies and bellsin tendrils of polar aurora, our little hero pausesbefore the facade of a glowing barn as he leans peering into its hearth
three marys
three marys
three marys
—in the snowy mountain village— safe beneath her roaming palms above a bowl of nightfollowing a fragrance of fireflies and bellsin tendrils of polar aurora, our little hero pausesbefore the facade of a glowing barn as he leans peering into its hearth