A song
“The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.” ― L.P. Hartley, The Go-Between Go ahead through the twilight, through a mixture of moments… you will see bygone steps, muted sun rays, a way To a blanketed brightness quiet murmur of searching, silent ripple of sounds, moon and stars far away Olden … More A song






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