in the gloaming the trees lead the way, in the sighing, in the stillness.
a flying snake.
and so we need your help.
if there’s no such thing as good, why does it hurt so bad?if there’s no such thing as good, why does it hurt so bad?
in the desert under the roof of the country.
cheers, and here’s to you, my dear.
the ice melts over children’s hands.