Peer through the window of time, the backyard of the past. Please ghosts rising from the sea. They step please see no markings, snow gently.
They are always here, always have here.
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Thursday, 17 June 2010
GHOSTS IN THE SNOW
Peer through the window of time, the backyard of the past. Please ghosts rising from the sea. They step please see no markings, snow gently.
They are always here, always have here.
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