08 janeiro 2007

city hall


London

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Angel Feathers Tickle Me disse...

She whispers softly to the wind. Her words drift through the air mingling with the clouds and stars. They hang there suspended as if they were written across blue velvet skies.

Each whisper in the night speaks a secret to the moon. The stars they seem to shine so bright. The whisper dances with the wind swirling in three quarter time in a dance that never ends. With every whisper spoken a star falls from the sky and leaves a shimmering message across the velvet night...

I am a Whisper

Angel Feathers Tickle Me