A historians daughter. Maybe a historian herself.
She is a shy girl, innocent and pure.
She devoted her life to books and knowledge. And her father, a sole parent, a center of the universe for her. 37 more words
Winter morning is always stark bright. The clouds can never covet the light completely so it is reflected on the pristine white snow.
The silent capes of snow cover the mountains and welcome the wind howling merrily among them. 24 more words