the old moon laughed and sang a song as they rocked in the wooden shoe. and the wind that sped them all night long ruffled the waves of dew. now the little stars are the herring fish that live in that beautiful sea; "cast your nets wherever you wish never afraid are we!"
Dec 28 at 16:20  with  2 notes
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