eleven hundred,
twenty-three feet up,
looking out over
shannonadoa valley
at midday
and the only thing
i could see
was her face.
***for my lo
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 8:23 AM UTC
eleven hundred,
twenty-three feet up,
looking out over
shannonadoa valley
at midday
and the only thing
i could see
was her face.
***for my lo
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