Day 719, no way out. Day's pictures, Poetry The worn-out road going home. Where dark clouds gather above. Drifting slowly in opposite way’s. Pulling me in and pouring me out. Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related
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