Oct 2019
The fluff from my socks,
The warmth that creeps from my skin,
My slowly piecing away mind,
The quiet orchestra of mother nature,
A simpleness that's quite uncommon.
The warmth that creeps from my skin,
My slowly piecing away mind,
The quiet orchestra of mother nature,
A simpleness that's quite uncommon.
(20/Australia)
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