The Linden
Under the linden in June the whole village is a rumour; bees hold their parliament in the sweet, yellow air. The old men sit like stone and tell the one story slowly, so that summer will last longer than it did the year before.
Under the linden in June the whole village is a rumour; bees hold their parliament in the sweet, yellow air. The old men sit like stone and tell the one story slowly, so that summer will last longer than it did the year before.