The memory remains...

Mooie prikkelende plaat....

Midnight. Not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory. She is smiling alone. In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet And the wind begins to moan. Memory - all alone in the moonlight. I can dream of the old days Barbra Streisand

....zedig met een randje...... gr, Ed

Met doeken werkt altijd! Mooi!