our little blue home with puff cotton clouds and seas deep and mysterious with crimson evening skies and luminaries speckling the night with creatures, huge and minute and valleys vast and rushing rivers with trees and mountains high and wild flowers and tall grasses with refreshing morning dew and the sun's comforting warmth with blossoms … Continue reading Our Little Blue Home
this merciless continuity that brings us to our stagnancy
I lost track of time The world became a blur
She found that is what she wanted the most. Something to touch. It had been something she had been willing to give up before.
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