Sandstone & Milk
‘And then I saw Hitler. There he was. A quite good-looking man standing not far away from me and I was surprised to meet him in this part of town.’ My grandmother looks at her flowers that are planted in front of her. She plants them every year and she has been planting them for the past 23 years. The same house, the same apartment, the same balcony.
Her hair used to be pale blond. Now it is white. It used to be sandstone, now it is milk.
Her hair used to be pale blond. Now it is white. It used to be sandstone, now it is milk.
Witkacy - 23. Aug, 18:56
