The state of the soul is like a lonely tree in a storm among the rocksThe state of the soul is like a lonely tree in a storm among the rocks
Lavender fields of provence. landscape. before the stormLavender fields of Provence. Landscape. Before the storm
A castle in the middle of a field in winter. a man is comingA castle in the middle of a field in winter. A man is coming
It's terrible for me to come to a barbecue on a red fordIt's terrible for me to come to a barbecue on a red Ford