foggy inclines, green saplings
and pines: you always loved
the water.
you long for
elsewhere, but
the currents stirred and
you swept into the fir.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
foggy inclines, green saplings
and pines: you always loved
the water.
you long for
elsewhere, but
the currents stirred and
you swept into the fir.
for acacia (dewdrop).
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