slicing a narrow path

Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Moss
Moor
Peat
Love
Cold
Lost
Wind
Dream
It's
Over
Now
Grown
Old
You're
Leaving
I'm
Here
We
Move
On
And
The
Bench
Sits
Awaiting
New
Dreams
As
Ours
Move
On
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