​/​ The horse gently, slowly, but steadily pulled the old cart, driven by my mother’s best friend. When we reached the place of my birthday celebration, Irma untied the harness and let the horse wander into the forest to graze. “What are you doing?” I said. “Aren’t you going to tie it up?” She looked at me, not understanding what I was afraid of — “why would I?” Meanwhile, the horse slowly disappeared among the trees. Unspoken, a sense of trust lingered in the air. ​/​ — an excerpt from a dream

Artist Name

Monika Dombrauskytė

Ships From

Lithuania