Lovely tree. Lovely day. Lovely. Sigh (writes poem about flower). (Taken with instagram) Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Published by mysterioso I play bass, I cook, I look out the window. Sometimes I prefer wondering what's out there to going out and looking. But not all the time. I only recently learned that leaving two spaces after a full stop is obsolete. View all posts by mysterioso
the black telescope 