The land above the sky flowing silent, reaching the distant peaks, streaks of life break through the calm, the peaks bring toghether the spance of time, together they reprsent the past present and future. 11/2 /06 B
No real reason to open with this other than it was among the first of many scattered pages of me. Thanks for reading.
No real reason to open with this other than it was among the first of many scattered pages of me. Thanks for reading.
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