The quiet wooded way
a path to the edge. Somber mists seep into the arms of standing oaks and jeweled tears slip off the pine.
November mourns the life in pass.
a path to the edge. Somber mists seep into the arms of standing oaks and jeweled tears slip off the pine.
November mourns the life in pass.
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These pictures are amazing! I need the originals from you! -Ben
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