FOR ONCE THESE WORDS WERE HER HOME
A girl searching self-authentication.
3.21.2015
No Moon to Pull You
The fresh, deep, majestic blue mass, that once rippled a thousand extending arms, now sits still. Waiting to feel the playfulness of the wind upon itself. The water sits by itself.
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