"When will my love return
When will my love depart
I ride with the wind
Still i can't find any trace of you
Where is my beloved whom i pine in solitude"

Photograph and Memories

Nadia, I wish you could be reading this. I'm sure you remember this cat which stood outside Nydc - so entralled were we by its docility. An irresistable nudge to stroke it. What a rare beauty.

Oh! The lovely ginger cat at Holland V. It's just so pretty!