Wenmaal
In the old villages, they would say: “Wenmaal has set the table again.”
It is the grey hour when the frost on the window doesn’t melt, but listens . When the floorboards remember the weight of ancestors who never spoke above a whisper. wenmaal
Wenmaal does not come twice to the same person the same way. In the old villages, they would say: “Wenmaal
