Sometimes there are days when you feel like the silence in the air froze. Pleasantly warm evening sun, coming wave after wave, people sit under umbrellas in the distance,
but it seems as if shot from the film put on pause. Sunset is long, lingering flight of bat, it all stopped around. And so nice at this time quietly scratch pen to paper.
but it seems as if shot from the film put on pause. Sunset is long, lingering flight of bat, it all stopped around. And so nice at this time quietly scratch pen to paper.
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