When It Rains
When it rainsI can smell the grasstall against the salt spray,that clings loving to the…
Read MoreWhen it rainsI can smell the grasstall against the salt spray,that clings loving to the…
Read MoreI remember,lying flat in tall grasslooking skyward towards infinity,watching the heavenssail past like cotton wool,in…
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Read MoreOk, one last post about PyWrite before I start battle testing it. So a couple…
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