I have a re-occurring dream of this place. There is no sound except for the small bursts of wind tha
I have a re-occurring dream of this place. There is no sound except for the small bursts of wind that rustle the leaves and send them tumbling high from their perch into a sea of crimson and gold. -- source link
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