A Thousand and One
When you awake from what was home and move away. All that is left is a desert. Something that was, and now is history blowing in the the sand.
A Thousand and One
When you awake from what was home and move away. All that is left is a desert. Something that was, and now is history blowing in the the sand.
Dr. Labude 07/08/2014 17:32
I always followed an old, wise rule: stay away from colored frames. Or - maybe I just miss the meaning of it here?Tadeusz Roguski 30/07/2014 0:27
fine technicsLadyNoone 28/07/2014 20:29
Maybe one more precious than thousand....Jörg Klüber 27/07/2014 8:32
Those days of gray!