The darkness is still but moving swiftly
The light mist of spring
The echos of night different for all
Whispers of wizzing traffic off 8 mile
Birds, night bugs and howling winds from the north.
Night secrets cuddle sleep relax drewn
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
The darkness is still but moving swiftly
The light mist of spring
The echos of night different for all
Whispers of wizzing traffic off 8 mile
Birds, night bugs and howling winds from the north.
Night secrets cuddle sleep relax drewn
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