fresh morning, slowly awaking from a deep sleep, her heap of dreams is waiting for a waft of wind.
Étiquette : ile
blackened land
disasters that we’ve triggered, thrown all of us into obscurity, we are idols with feet of clay.
Jean-Philippe LACHOT
fresh morning, slowly awaking from a deep sleep, her heap of dreams is waiting for a waft of wind.
disasters that we’ve triggered, thrown all of us into obscurity, we are idols with feet of clay.