the basin – day 524
sand pipers
the basin – day 523
the basin – day 522
the basin – day 521
the basin – day 520
the basin – day 519
PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has
the basin – day 518
a quiet morning of fog and smoke haze
PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has
the basin – day 517
PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has
somehow her broken reality made mine a more beautiful place a place where love lied and sunsets beckoned with love
the basin – day 516
PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has
knowing is knowing enough now that it is a memory it is like the infinity and loneliness of "I"
the basin – day 515
PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has
Whisper When we whisper our dreams, do they fall away from us Are they a soft spring rain lit by the morning sun the making of dreams are held in Rainbow and wishes whispers fall like the promise of a long awaited spring swaying gently in the wind of our dreams swirl, twirl, fade reformed to our need
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