filled with secrets...
before the dance...
Where we're from, the birds sing a pretty song, and there's always music in the air.
I roam the whole universe from here. - Han-shan
before the dance...
Where we're from, the birds sing a pretty song, and there's always music in the air.
Posted by sam of the ten thousand things @ 10:43 AM
We make a harvest of loneliness and desiring in the blank wasteland of the cosmos. - Jack Gilbert
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