Bookmarked Moving drawings and their whispers evolving with a thrust of furtive fingers staying true to the musk beneath unfolding brightly on the avenue as it leads into woods and airfields recalling ancient nonsense leaving one dark space to fill. Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
