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Daily Archives: May 6, 2004
a wisp of purple clouded sky
The now expectant moon, hid by a wisp of purple clouded sky bathes all in dappled glints of light that stand on open ground this night. And those whose lives are passing by, a wisp of purple clouded sky, imagine … Continue reading