Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice,Johnny Mercer
Warmer than a summer night.
The clouds were like an alabaster palace,
Rising to a snowy height.
Each star its own aurora borealis,
Suddenly you held me tight.
I could see the midnight sun.
- Nutmeg. Old Wooden Boat
- [we’re CLOSED] walkway – light
- BackBone Life’s a Beach – Rope Fence
- Animated Seagulls (TrigiGifts)
- Skye Beach
- (Fundati) Boulder