endless coins of stars.
It was dark and it was late and we were tired. And who really knew if any garden could grow here? But what else were we to do? How else to spend the thin silver light of the sliver of the moon?
How else to spend the endless coins of stars we are given for a short while.
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Fine art print printed on matte finish fine art paper with archival ink.
We'll ship it very safely...promise.