Her sunset was violet, with pink moon dust hovering in FLores’s air.
The tide was low, it was not full moon.
But, I saw her as the moon, going through her journey to be full.
— Her Sunset
Her sunset was violet, with pink moon dust hovering in FLores’s air.
The tide was low, it was not full moon.
But, I saw her as the moon, going through her journey to be full.
— Her Sunset