cafe

Polly put the kettle on, Polly put the kettle on, Polly put the kettle on, We'll all have tea. Sukey take it off again, Sukey take it off again, Sukey take it off again, They've all gone away.

buy for me, The photo of our family smiling, hanging on the wall. Stealing a sip of makgeolli from the kettle, On my way back from running an errand for my father. I had none of those things. On the clay floor of our shaded house...

at the camera with a soft, neutral expression. She holds a patterned ceramic coffee mug, with a silver electric kettle resting on the table beside her. Harsh, warm sunlight streams through a window with a white lace curtain, creating...

Whose shadow is that? It belongs to a grasshopper on a leaf. Whose shadow is that? It belongs to a kettle on a stove. Whose shadow is that? It belongs to a cake on a plate. Whose shadow is that? It belongs to a candle on a table. Whose...