a mourning dove flits down with a branch in her beak building a nest, i can imagine, her task for the week the hummingbird buzzes by, close and then away following a clock that moves at an incomprehensible speed what are the things that call us, so deep
what you put out there
what you put out there
what you put out there
a mourning dove flits down with a branch in her beak building a nest, i can imagine, her task for the week the hummingbird buzzes by, close and then away following a clock that moves at an incomprehensible speed what are the things that call us, so deep