Our past sins, our fractured lives--soon nothing but drowned stars in dark skies.
Shining from a Different FirmamentAnd looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
L'Allegro, Il Penseroso, Comus, and LycidasI'm looking forward to free skiing the most. Just groomers, big wide groomers making nice big turns.
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