The Windmill
June 30, 1980
London
The wind blows softly and the creaking blades turn slowly. The blades seem like arms reaching for the clouds. The bees hum merrily as they do their work. All is peaceful.
London
The wind blows softly and the creaking blades turn slowly. The blades seem like arms reaching for the clouds. The bees hum merrily as they do their work. All is peaceful.