It’s not what people say, it’s what they do.
Shadow is always the same color. I would’ve take a few steps further for you—destination no less provocation.
...I started listening to the wolves and the timber, wolves and the timber at night…
I wake in the field with the cold and the lonesome—the moon’s the only face I see
So long, so high….
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map