Electric light had nothing over the full moon of a sweet midwest September night.
All life illuminated in a soft presence.
As if time could not possibly be wasted, because it stood still, face to face with grace.
nmd.
Electric light had nothing over the full moon of a sweet midwest September night.
All life illuminated in a soft presence.
As if time could not possibly be wasted, because it stood still, face to face with grace.
nmd.
