The moon and the angels are guarding my childhood home

It is a cold November night and the moon is full. No owls howling – maybe because the angels are guarding me from upstairs…

I doubt this is one of the holy angels. She looks like she inviting for something more sinful and why not…

This place is getting warmer and everything would have been perfect …

…if I had remembered to bring my yarn in addition to the crochet needle and the new book I forgot at work. I love long weekends…

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