sine loco, sine nomine, terra incognita.
Étiquette : field
momentary catatonia
the wind is shaking the cold is bitting, i was hoping you’d take me away with you, where have you gone my little leaves ?
Jean-Philippe LACHOT
sine loco, sine nomine, terra incognita.
the wind is shaking the cold is bitting, i was hoping you’d take me away with you, where have you gone my little leaves ?