Dolce Notte sul Palouse - print banners Her face warmed by the

Her face warmed by the sun as a gentle breeze pushed her into the current

This is my constellation harbor

You are probably wondering who puts the stars back into the sky at night

of us trying to pull one another back in

The forest floor is ancient

Dolce Notte sul Palouse - print banners Her face warmed by theDolce Notte sul Palouse The winter hills of my home are quiet. The dark silhouettes of lone trees on a snowy stage stand stoically waiting the next season. For now they practice their lines and rehearse their bows in the wind. The hills flow like soft endless music. Dusty window panes of an old round barn reflect the soft evening light, etched with frost. This is the Dolce Notte Sul Palouse. A sweet night on the Palouse. If you look really close youll