Clouds germinate on the zephyrs from wet hills The heart leaps windward with the kite of Moonshine. I count my blessings over the timeline of Facebook Waiting in the tunnels for a byte of moonshine. You have dug out ghosts from the debris of centuries The upper crust of yore lose the right of […]
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