Simon Ashcroft on Nostr: nprofile1q…fya9q The wind sings, and plays its tunes on the leaves, weaves its ...
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The wind sings, and plays its tunes on the leaves, weaves its patterns in the grass. The tides surge in their desire and the horizon holds secrets and promises. The rocks bear the wisdom of the earth's ages.
How could anyone get bored?
The wind sings, and plays its tunes on the leaves, weaves its patterns in the grass. The tides surge in their desire and the horizon holds secrets and promises. The rocks bear the wisdom of the earth's ages.
How could anyone get bored?