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Wild flowers and sand bed your tired feet. For a moment, as the sun sets, and the birds pass over the still water, we rest and worship this holy vista.
Built to the melodies of cherished songs.
Ink on paper.
Wild flowers and sand bed your tired feet. For a moment, as the sun sets, and the birds pass over the still water, we rest and worship this holy vista.
Built to the melodies of cherished songs.
Ink on paper.