В поле пусто. Поле — это ничто, потому что оно посередине. В центре. Трава колышется, слушает, шуршит, шипит, режется. Она сворачивается. Как полчище крыс, ищущих своего короля. Трава — спираль. Круг без конца и края.
The world people seem to think of as dead but they can see glimpses of it when the moon glimmers against the nocturnal waves at special times. It is an almost perfect world, even if it wasn't, everyone who comes seems to stay. They just can't seem to part ways.
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Unveiling Christianity: The Hidden Truth About God Within You | Chapter 1, Part 2
In Chapter 1, Part 2 of Unveiling Christianity,…
nearby. Is was so cold
Anyway today I am not well... See you tomorrow
Have a good Heterochromia Iridium day
It's an old pic, today it's not cold like this lol