Lost Help I am lost there was a green haze past the meadow They called it trees but they moved with colours and show a tendency to stand stark against the skyline. The air above holds clouds; they rush across the land some white turning grey and gold in sunlight nothing will stand serene and silent... Sign in to see full entry.
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