Greetings from scenic,

Category: Diary
Tags: Stars Silence


Friday October 30, afternoon Her hair is fanned out on the sand and the golden locks envelope everyhing around her . . .

. . . flushed from our jollity. . . laps at our legs jealously but we sit in tepid silence. . . shines brightly and the twinkling stars gaze down at us. . . it is of no matter to me.

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