Salted eyes itch the heart cursed with overflowing l u s t . Run away place to be found only by the desolate w h i s p e r of the trees. Thistled toes grow strong and time can be a given g i f t from her, herself. As 'her' is light of day warmth and of guiding light with m o o n s. Dont hold on let footsteps carry the woe . and breath in pined air as darkness will escape a kind soul. one with and two with t i m e and space ,t o u c h innocence face to face, hold your b r e a t h and look to above the skies the wolf is dancing somewhere in time.
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photos by the magnificent >Simon L. King<
