I often stood and stared into those tunnels and thought about what happened there; how I was separated from it only by t — Benjamin Brindise
I often stood and stared into those tunnels and thought about what happened there; how I was separated from it only by t — Benjamin Brindise
I often stood and stared into those tunnels and thought about what happened there; how I was separated from it only by t — Benjamin Brindise
I often stood and stared into those tunnels and thought about what happened there; how I was separated from it only by t — Benjamin Brindise
I often stood and stared into those tunnels and thought about what happened there; how I was separated from it only by t — Benjamin Brindise
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I often stood and stared into those tunnels and thought about what happened there; how I was separated from it only by time." - The Procession

— Benjamin Brindise
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