nothing can ever be compared to the late august sky.
the blue, and the peach coloured fluffs of clouds.
the air.
the wind.
if i ever got to make world, this is how it would feel.
like late august.
(marginalia vitae)
nothing can ever be compared to the late august sky.
the blue, and the peach coloured fluffs of clouds.
the air.
the wind.
if i ever got to make world, this is how it would feel.
like late august.