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It'll Be Ash Come Morning
I can hear the wind whistling
through the cracks of this old wood
shack and the cold hits my bones
I feel truly alone but the weak fire
flickering reminds me a little
light is better then none at all.
through the cracks of this old wood
shack and the cold hits my bones
I feel truly alone but the weak fire
flickering reminds me a little
light is better then none at all.
Published 9th Oct 2019
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9th Oct 2019 00:58am
oh wow beautiful Niki am I seeing things or does there appear to be a figure in the center?
very emotive and powerful write
hugs you tightly...
love Brenda ❤
very emotive and powerful write
hugs you tightly...
love Brenda ❤
9th Oct 2019 1:00am
Kinda looks like something reaching through lol creepy. Thank for very much for love. ❤❤❤
9th Oct 2019 3:51am
Yep. Thats the one. I am officially following you nik. Excellent.
100 hugs,
buddhakitty.
100 hugs,
buddhakitty.
9th Oct 2019 2:23pm
10th Oct 2019 3:14am
Nice pic ... You have that talent for immortilizing moments so ... Bless and love ... .
10th Oct 2019 3:16am
