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Somehow the old bedroom with the the dull windows and the heavy emerald coloured curtains. Whenever I spent a weekend at my fathers house my attention is drawn to this room. Maybe I love it because there is the most delicate and warm light or because so many of my chidl hood memories connect to this room. When you stand there in winter and look out of the window on the hard, ice-covered ground with the dry berry bush, winter can seem end and hopeless, like a desert dressed in white and all the hopes for change can leave you.

Art & Editing (c) ~soulofflowers

Description
Somehow the old bedroom with the the dull windows and the heavy emerald coloured curtains. Whenever I spent a weekend at my fathers house my attention is drawn to this room. Maybe I love it because there is the most delicate and warm light or because so many of my chidl hood memories connect to this room. When you stand there in winter and look out of the window on the hard, ice-covered ground with the dry berry bush, winter can seem end and hopeless, like a desert dressed in white and all the hopes for change can leave you.

Art & Editing (c) ~soulofflowers