A perfect place to rest and share stories with dear witches and smoke.
Memories like straw spun to gold.
Be serious in a Pipi Longstocking way,
sail the seas, surrender to waves and wind, wave to the women on the island with the apple trees. Cast the anchor and return home. Sit by the fireplace in the little wood house.
Let the thoughts of happy times fill my heart.
Warm feelings follow.