The Glass Hedgehog

Summer 1955. The sun shines brightly on a bucolic landscape sprinkled with poppies. A young beautiful and mysterious woman lays in this sparkling field of blood-red. The sunbeams caress her smiling face. A moment of happiness that nothing seems to be disturbing. Summer 1955. The sun shines brightly on a bucolic landscape sprinkled with poppies. A young beautiful and mysterious woman lays in this sparkling field of blood-red. The sunbeams caress her smiling face. A moment of happiness that nothing seems to be disturbing. Summer 1955. The sun shines brightly on a bucolic landscape sprinkled with poppies. A young beautiful and mysterious woman lays in this sparkling field of blood-red. The sunbeams caress her smiling face. A moment of happiness that nothing seems to be disturbing. Summer 1955. The sun shines brightly on a bucolic landscape sprinkled with poppies. A young beautiful and mysterious woman lays in this sparkling field of blood-red. The sunbeams caress her smiling face. A moment of happiness that nothing seems to be disturbing.