Each morning, as I begin to open my backdoor, allowing the cool breeze to renew the air, I see a small spider's web, threaded across the metal gate that leads to the backyard. Each morning it returns as new, glistening with dew drops. Thai artisan...
Each morning, as I begin to open my backdoor, allowing the cool breeze to renew the air, I see a small spider's web, threaded across the metal gate that leads to the backyard. Each morning it returns as new, glistening with dew drops. Thai artisan...