songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
7th street wonderland

The sky was full with a gray winter light / And each freezing degree made its target that night / And the pulse of the snow was the pulse of twighlight / The pulse of the snow was the pulse of diamonds / And you wear it in your hair like a constellation / And […]

the last light I see before the dark finally gets a hold of me
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