Gawking birds above looking for prey. The shallow whispers of air are cold. The ice is black, we find ourselves alone but not far behind are the crowds.
Categories: Curious About it?
Gawking birds above looking for prey. The shallow whispers of air are cold. The ice is black, we find ourselves alone but not far behind are the crowds.
Categories: Curious About it?
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