Oracle of Earth
Not ever to us alone, but the world talks in signs and whispers. Should we listen, we would discover the familiar nameless, the feather light weight of our own hearts, resting and comforted, somehow.
Not ever to us alone, but the world talks in signs and whispers. Should we listen, we would discover the familiar nameless, the feather light weight of our own hearts, resting and comforted, somehow.