Category 365 Collection

This is the season of farewells

I will never be small

desired tenderness
cosyclose

The hillside,

buff & white,

is an illusion

Oh Lord, I might’ve taken too much of your time

we backup vocalists

shake the asphalt

top flight harmonies

sounds just like a baby

sighing in his sleep

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