Moving through mist
Two boys hold hands on an expansive veranda. The rain cannot condemn them as cars whizz past, windshield wipers slapping the sky's tears aside. In this governed land the laws do not decide who must turn their headlights on when night has not yet come.-Lantz Pierre
Two boys hold hands on an expansive veranda. The rain cannot condemn them as cars whizz past, windshield wipers slapping the sky's tears aside. In this governed land the laws do not decide who must turn their headlights on when night has not yet come.-Lantz Pierre
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