Pines seeds trickle downward from the canopy , find home on the floor of Cochran Mill . Feverish morning blackbirds , burning sunlight just above the wild grass strewn approach .. I once prayed for love by these very waters ..
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
Pines seeds trickle downward from the canopy , find home on the floor of Cochran Mill . Feverish morning blackbirds , burning sunlight just above the wild grass strewn approach .. I once prayed for love by these very waters ..
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