Ours is a world where poeple don't know what they want and are willing to go through hell to find it. - Don Marquis


3 nominations

silhouettes in the setting sun a bobbing boat-filled harbour salt bitten cottages and the quilted peace of a strange bed leaded windows and fresh fanged breezes that comb hillsides and trees all the kindnesses that I have known conspired with you to find such beauty in the simplest things night-night my love see you in the morning

© Pierre


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