MAZHA
Thursday, August 1, 2019
INTO THE WONDERMENT OF YOUR AUTUMNAL MIND. WHERE THE SKIN OF YOUR GRIEF SHEDS ITS LEAVES. IS THE SONG OF YOUR SEA BOUND INTO COLOURFUL LIGHT? AND THE PASTURES BREATHE A SIGH OF RELIEF, AS YOUR TEARS OF MORNING DEW GLISTEN THE PARCHED LANDSCAPE.
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