Same day, same dream, similar place, similar skies. Clouds, shattered, as a work of art. The silhouettes of trees and the aura of life they keep. Still in that bridging mood of getting plot lines synced again.
Same day, same dream, similar place, similar skies. Clouds, shattered, as a work of art. The silhouettes of trees and the aura of life they keep. Still in that bridging mood of getting plot lines synced again.