Autumn at le Salève...
If I never touch the ocean, I would only come back home... Still this burning in my throat is going through all of the motions and I will someday come to my home.... and maybe one day I will reach the ocean
If I were a painter and could paint a memory... I'd climb inside the swirling skies
Passivity and moderation are the roads left untravelled...
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