The dark winged wisp in the cold, into the silence of the sea. The ocean awakes into the shapes of light gone, part of one sipping the rain there’s one season alone. There’s glory into the sun winding the red into the willows lost into the mind of cool light, Writhing into the present blue as ever in a sense of dew as the sea … Continue reading Into the cold.
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