It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hil...
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It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hil...
Show More