Just right for a drive in the country side.
So I crossed the border into Slovenia, right into the hills,
where ancient farm houses nestle snugly up against the hill sides.
I will later report about the terrible history of this place, after WWII in May of 1945.
But first some more innocent images:
a lonely farm, with not one square inch on level ground.
A mill in which rhye was ground between two stones.
"Snow Roses" in abundance.
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