you can hide. you can play. you can seek. I will see you there, behind the bushes,
beneath the summer sky!
Tuesday, 6 December 2011
The Last Waltz
The moon stands still in it's brightness and they don't even notice it - idiots! The sun refuses to rise, an owl dreams at the witching hour, rivers run dry, and the night guard is puzzled!
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