Soft as a shadow on fur The filling places Where his footsteps were; Lost without shape or grime His path through the level spaces. How can we certainly know If this is time Falling, or snow? White Darkness, Virginia Hamilton Adair
Soft as a shadow on fur The filling places Where his footsteps were; Lost without shape or grime His path through the level spaces. How can we certainly know If this is time Falling, or snow?
White Darkness, Virginia Hamilton Adair
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Beautiful composition and tones !
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March 12th, 2007 at 7:11 am
Beautiful composition and tones !