 | Only an independent observer would be able to judge nature, for example God. In this poem the independent power is the witch who cooks her soup of nature, she knows what ingredients she needs to add.
Right after desert it started to rain and it poured so that the entire camp got flooded. A few minutes later the electricity disappeared because of the water and we were sitting in the dark.
In the end we decided just to take the picture and place it as the logo. It seems nice and it may make the user more curious, so that he will go to your page. Tell me if you do not agree with me! |
