Pollita

There it was again. That memory. Even though I still haven't found your scent, it flashes up whenever I perceive scents that resemble it. It happens again with Útilykt. You stand in front of me. You show me your broad grin. You take me in your strong arms...

She wanders through the woods. Is one with nature. Trees and bushes, fruit and herbs, the earth: this is her home. Her eyes shine under the ambient sun as she stands with her bare feet on the mossy ground, dancing and laughing. Adorned with a few pine...