🏫Summer berry picking Red berriesOne afternoon, Elara was painting on the beach when she saw a small sailboat approaching the cove. She frowned, wondering who it could be—hardly anyone came to the isle. As the boat drew closer, she saw a young couple, their faces full of
🦩Gathering blackcurrants, blackcurrants cut into pieces. Just as her hand reached up to snap the key, a gentle voice met her ears—Eliza’s voice, filled with warmth and thanks, speaking: “I’m grateful to you, Mia. You are my hope, my liberation, the one who will at last allo