Lençóis

Stories in Lençóis

nature, sunset, Prose

So there we were laying on the top of the mountain,in each others arms, watching the sun goes down...

by Mariana Lordello

Lençóis — It was almost 5pm when I walked trough the narrow path to get to your little cottage, there was a beautiful melody in the air and I knew it was you playing the accordion. As I walked inside the small...

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