Solo tree in gaze of hill a sun blue sky stare of eye silver stones fretless
moan to greet the only way we know. Come in. Afternoon of you and me.
Together seeing free to be as we are to be as a one should have taken me
away on this only afternoon we could have lost ourselves in spaces of
irretrievable abandon. Meet me at the Savinien on the day of the moon.
Sending quick eye notes to me with lock of attention. Sending quick eye
notes to me at 18.03. Talking to feeling my heart it is go space in the box
colour of many spectrum call clever to ease is so nice to feel you meeting
me in there. You thawing smiling melting over the corner into the shade
faraway not a real secret today it shone and was over me scented and
folding.