To search for my beloved mistletoe, I pull out my winter clothes. This soon found me entering snow-covered mountain recesses where mistletoe lives clinging to the oaks, mulberries, and alders. Where mistletoe alone remains lush...
Since your hands were cold, you slid them inside your pockets. Since snow was thickly falling, my hand slipped inside. Since your hands were in that dark place, I placed a single hand inside it. That day where...
