through the dry country
I’m so sorry / My spirit’s rarely in my body / It wanders through the dry country / Looking for a good place to rest / Your head upon my chest / And I can feel the pillow of your breast (Sparklehorse)
I’m on the road for a couple of days. There are some images going up whilst I’m gone but be sure I’ll be back to see all your beauties & write my humble comments. All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.