#stwfimbp

[icatchfoxes]

5, 6, 8, 3. 3, 3, 2, 8, 4.

The wind lapped against our faces; turning my long hair into whips. We talked about Indiana Jones.

The trees long for the sky and the river longs for the sea; nothing stays here. You asked about my family.

The air was so blue and the shadows so crisp; some days i wish could always exist. We should have bought that bicycle.

[icatchfoxes]

BUT>

there

is ne'r enough

time for making creating

much any sense the time is come/done/gone/HERE.