May 21
in the rain I feel restored
you say,
walk out to the view with me before we go,
and I forget the drone of cities and am looking at it, with you
you say,
walk out to the view with me before we go,
and I forget the drone of cities and am looking at it, with you
restoration is a slow and marvelous process
(F/Voie Des Papillons)
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