Knocking at my door Nov 14 Written by Tina Sosna November arrived and with it the darkness that makes you melancholic more than ever. But then I saw this golden sparkle behind my door, shining in the goldest tones and warming my face like a little fire. analogselfportrait Tina Sosna Previous Previous A walk around Berlin - Anna / Part one Next Next Warmth on grey days
Knocking at my door Nov 14 Written by Tina Sosna November arrived and with it the darkness that makes you melancholic more than ever. But then I saw this golden sparkle behind my door, shining in the goldest tones and warming my face like a little fire. analogselfportrait Tina Sosna
