suntannedapples

  A misty Moon, ubiquitous, yet anonymous, a symbol of all that comes, wanes and goes, reborn, growing, glowing, fainting, vanishing to com...

 Qown pace. Some call her mother some woeship her . place her in a temple with a small lamp Te water flows in abundace. Nobdy has ever thoug...

  Cutting the Golden Bough, the Siren warns, is the passport you carry to the underworld. The tree knows the gravity of these words which ...