On the very tip of my summer world
lies the sea behind oceans of Rosehip
Under the thatch time has slowed
mundane pace only visible through binoculars
Squinting I finally begin tracing my island roots
always sharing space with everlasting isopods.
lies the sea behind oceans of Rosehip
Under the thatch time has slowed
mundane pace only visible through binoculars
Squinting I finally begin tracing my island roots
always sharing space with everlasting isopods.
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