A Caravan Rests

Gold turns to black, time starts to roll. A roller-coaster ride, on a sky of twinkling moles. The Desert dresses up for the time of her life; under a crystal-laden ceiling like a newly-wed bride. The wind breaks up into pieces like dew on a pink primrose, and shines with unabashedness just before her eyes close. A colourful caravan rests, near... Continue Reading →

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