Scent of Rain Hot breath haunts, lingers in liquid air. Old magic explores the night rhythm of time. Salt of desire, how we growl & devour life's dirt & dazzle, laugh in the eyes of the sacred.
Scent of Rain
Scent of Rain Hot breath haunts, lingers in liquid air. Old magic explores the night rhythm of time. Salt of desire, how we growl & devour life's dirt & dazzle, laugh in the eyes of the sacred.
Charlotte Hamrick 
Liquid air..it is. Full of magic. (K)
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Where would we be without magic? 🙂
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Indeed.
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