Posts by Nicholas Opey
Motionless in the harvest field I stand
And as far as my eyes
Motionless in the harvest field I stand And as far as my eyes could carry me; I behold the harvest Awaiting to feel the lips of my sickle But my ...
Motionless in the harvest field I stand And as far as my eyes could carry me; I behold the harvest Awaiting to feel the lips of my sickle But my ...
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