Well, I am going to tell you a story about a little pocelain doll . Her name is White-Flower and her house is the highest tower of a castle , which is situated on a big white cloud. One day she saw there was snowing and she profoundly wanted to play . Then she went out on the balcony . There was the world under her... A strong desire was born in her soul . That was to fly!
She looked thoroughly around her . She was a bit nervous and looked back for the last time.
Now she was down in the snow. It was feeling so good... it was soft and welcoming.
She dared to dream big, but was she on the right way?
She was despised by the ones who lived on the big cloud.
The nice porcelain doll stood up.
The White-Flower was still alone as she actually had been in the castle. However she liked very much the snow, the trees and everything else. How free and secure she was feeling as after escaping from a prison.
The beautiful doll overcame the thrill of exploring a new world and build herself a house out of the Unknown.
Cred că trebuie să vă spun si povestea din spatele povestii : de dimineată m-am bucurat că ninge si am vrut să fac poze de la geam. Crengile înzăpezite nu conturau nimic asa că am pus păpusa pe pervaz pentru contrast, doar că atunci a sunat telefonul si am luat mâna de pe ea sperând că va sta întepenită în zăpadă. La prima rafală a căzut de la etajul trei si minune! nu s-a spart. Asa am ajuns să-i fac păpusii mele o sedintă foto în zăpadă.
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