I want to breathe in the cold autumn air,
The grey skies, patches of snow in the forests,
Stand in the rough trail, stare straight ahead and
Wait for the winter.
Daniel Triumph.
I want to breathe in the cold autumn air,
The grey skies, patches of snow in the forests,
Stand in the rough trail, stare straight ahead and
Wait for the winter.
Daniel Triumph.
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