Washington's damp. The wood's soft and the trees
seem like they're just waking from some cosmic hibernation.
The water's cold and the sound is silent, minus the lapping water
as it comes to shore,
whispering good mornings.
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 3:11 PM UTC
Washington's damp. The wood's soft and the trees
seem like they're just waking from some cosmic hibernation.
The water's cold and the sound is silent, minus the lapping water
as it comes to shore,
whispering good mornings.
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