A little groove for that summer road trip or just go out and cruise to.
In dreams I could fly...
This cape just wasn't the same.
Tiny story written for Inger's illustration "Misunderstanding a blanket"
Our small talk had not amounted to much.
it is lonely.
The fearful behaviour of the guests made Mr. Ghost feel so uncomfortable
that he never threw parties again.
They all anxiously awaited for their angels to appear again.
I hid some treasures inside a tree
But no one has found them yet
Full score, and separate parts.