Anya managed to get some sleep around four in the morning, after her guardians, Katherine and Alexand had gone back to bed. She is dreaming of her mother, walking with her along the treelined Vorontsovskiy Park.

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Nice painting
Best regards
Bernhard
Danke sehr, Bernhard!
Bitte, gerne geschehen 😀
LG Bernhard