The Quest of a Gypsy
To most I was just a weathered old gypsy woman, but as I gazed into the mirror, the two beady black eyes peering back had the highest approbation. I had been…
To most I was just a weathered old gypsy woman, but as I gazed into the mirror, the two beady black eyes peering back had the highest approbation. I had been…
The countryside is beautiful and blissfully devoid of people, except for the occasional farmer or his family off to one side of the road or the other. I can…