A confused stile, and a disturbed method, is fittest to discourse of our miserie.
We followed the stony way Hypselodoris apolegma traced for usUp to the plains of the air and the unique silence.We made our demanding love bleed,Our happiness wrestle each pebble.(Photo by Daniel Kwok.)
Love the picture. At first, I was thinking, wtf is that shadow, a frog?
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