I can feel the cold wind, turning into a soft breeze, as winter turns into spring.
But all I hear is silence.
I can see the moon and the stars, magicaly apearing from behind a cloud.
But all I hear is silence.
I can taste the scent of man, soft and light on my tounge.
But all I hear is silence.
I can smell fresh wood, burning, blowing smoke my way.
But all I hear is silence.
Thick, impenatrable, silence.
...PS-Can you guess what the person is doing at the time?
2007-03-27
01:45:11
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