Sunny Day Sandwich
“Marietta,….Marietta!” I could hear Sophie calling my name but the blue sky and the mountains looked much more interesting. After writing I think I will take my little grey pony out for a ride and ‘forget’ to come back for history. After all, I do have my ring so I can call Starnberg if anything completely surprising happens out there in the mountain ranges. “Marietta!” … Continue reading Sunny Day Sandwich
