In lucid dreams is where our passion can run free. Painting epic love poems across ancient cave walls, weaving eternal knots of oak and elm, and dancing through moonlite grasslands with fairies and flowers as our only compainions.
Feb 8, 2010
Feb 8, 2010 at 4:47 PM UTC
In lucid dreams is where our passion can run free. Painting epic love poems across ancient cave walls, weaving eternal knots of oak and elm, and dancing through moonlite grasslands with fairies and flowers as our only compainions.
Just a little blip that came together during a stink I had in Montana.