Alone I walk the path of the lost, looking for the begging of tomarrows end. Traveling in the dust made a thousand years before. The sky a canvas, with great beauty painted upon it. Dancing pictures, stolen day dreams, all the worlds forgotten moments... Tears from the heavons slowly begin to drift downward, kissing all whom break their course. I, the recipiant of this gift. Free from the moments I can't forget, if only for a moment.
Each print my foot thrust into the soft earth, a story unto itself.
One moment in time, One thousand moments in my life!
Each print my foot thrust into the soft earth, a story unto itself.
One moment in time, One thousand moments in my life!
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