as he changed his words, the pictures changed.
a new meaning , a new endevour. i still think of him.
things move slowly steadily as snails in the garden,
yet, as i watched the fire, felt the heat, we started moving
toward america.
sbm
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
as he changed his words, the pictures changed.
a new meaning , a new endevour. i still think of him.
things move slowly steadily as snails in the garden,
yet, as i watched the fire, felt the heat, we started moving
toward america.
sbm
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