Way out there in the wilderness. Of love and pain. Under the gentle arches we rode. The silver streets. Couldn`t see a difference between gold or. Wooden cross.
Way out there in the wilderness. Of love and pain. Under the gentle arches we rode. The silver streets. Couldn`t see a difference between gold or. Wooden cross.
I now describe my country. As if to strangers. This train is full of songs. Of local winners. . And the wind surrounds the towers. And the flags they are blowing.
Water. Tiny at first then bigger. And it flowed right down. From the highest hill. And it grew and it joined. The battling burn. And it flowed right through.
Poorly. You`re more than poorly Jimmy. More than that. Worse than that. This is a case of photographs. Smudged and dropped and laughed at. Here`s some things that came in post.