I miss the moraine,
for there I am
surrounded by my serac-buddies,
listening to gale force winds,
whispering more to me
then any sea level breeze.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 5:46 AM UTC
I miss the moraine,
for there I am
surrounded by my serac-buddies,
listening to gale force winds,
whispering more to me
then any sea level breeze.
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