Some places aren't lost. They're exactly where they've always been. The trouble is figuring out where you are.
Tag: trees
Upon a Smoky Morn
A pall of smoke, like ghosts that softly creep, Hangs heavy 'cross the vale, the hills asleep
Unpracticed
You just keep going. You keep painting. Even if it’s a little messy.
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