The wind is night’s oboe, blowing its sound through the rustling of wide sturdy leaves. These warm dense breezes fragrant with night’s vegetation decide the time to whisper secrets and send wishes up to the stars is now.
Ripped Paper Collage on Canvas
The wind is night’s oboe, blowing its sound through the rustling of wide sturdy leaves. These warm dense breezes fragrant with night’s vegetation decide the time to whisper secrets and send wishes up to the stars is now.
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