Eyes that could pierce armour plating and probe my innermost fears.
Touching me without touching me.
Feeding me, without feeding me.
And she moved across this earth leaving barely trace of her time.
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Happy 40th Birthday to all these albums. (And thank God for good music and good friends.)
Sweet glider. We have these too over here in Cali
ReplyDeleteMany thanks. Amazing creatures
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