We break with speed...
That girl can read my racing thoughts
11.11.2010
Laying tree trunks.
Wrapping long dew filled grass strands.
Heavy clouds thick and thin.
Restless.
Calming.
The sun touches the moon, the moon thinks and wants the stars.
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