Sonatina
[words left unsung]
Jan 11, 2008
Walking
There comes a tender fearful awe with each step, when I begin to imagine every place is mine and the golden sky, too.
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There comes a tender fearful awe with each step, when I begin to imagine every place is mine and the golden sky, too.
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