Posts by Samuel Childs
The evening hangs beneath the moon, a silver thread on darkened
The evening hangs beneath the moon, a silver thread on darkened dune. With closing eyes and resting head; I know that sleep is coming soon. Upon my p...
The evening hangs beneath the moon, a silver thread on darkened dune. With closing eyes and resting head; I know that sleep is coming soon. Upon my p...
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