All that was day is now night, we are still 21 days away from the longest night and yet the world has closed in, the moon is our sun. Its white worried face, wails out frost breath, cold comfort on the winter's day night.
Paintings by Jane McKenzie.
All that was day is now night, we are still 21 days away from the longest night and yet the world has closed in, the moon is our sun. Its white worried face, wails out frost breath, cold comfort on the winter's day night.
Paintings by Jane McKenzie.
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