Friday, February 17, 2017
Near thee, a dune builds snowy white o'er a scape sleeping alive this mid-winter noon. aye, my Love, day is never far away. Earth's frozen limbs and leaf inhale the wait deeply to their roots. Dream of light and warmth beams the reality of our fate. Thusly embraced, we journey the fields to create,... Sign in
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