more of these because i’m working on a very special project…
[home, is looking very very bad There is a room, where the odd half hours that come laden with the sweet memories of the days of the sunny slopes of childhood. will never be exhausted,]
[—a succession of quick blows, and a dull, heavy crash!]
[The moon rises full and round, I pile my fire I find my dreams all written on the window, one by one, I hear the chorus; One by one]
dream life
Amazing!