A red sea of bright leaves swirl around my feet
whipping my hair to and fro across my face,
I shiver in the cold but can hardy take note of it.
In the eye of the storm,
in the midst of a hurricane,
All is quiet
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
A red sea of bright leaves swirl around my feet
whipping my hair to and fro across my face,
I shiver in the cold but can hardy take note of it.
In the eye of the storm,
in the midst of a hurricane,
All is quiet
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