...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
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...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses...lie abandoned by you...

— John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
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