March 16, 2016:
Fading gold sky. Homerule sun rising up in the north-west.
Everything speaks in its own way. Language of flowers. These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here.
Talk: as if that would mend matters.
Fading gold sky. Homerule sun rising up in the north-west.
Everything speaks in its own way. Language of flowers. These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here.
Talk: as if that would mend matters.