Tim Lundmark:
Who was I?
Tim Lundmark:
A very small tree in the neighborhood
Tim Lundmark:
A forest of Rims
Tim Lundmark:
Treeeees
Tim Lundmark:
More Treeees
Tim Lundmark:
Sky, oh how beautiful you are.
Tim Lundmark:
Sky and building
Tim Lundmark:
more clouds in the sky to eat for breakfast
Tim Lundmark:
clouds in the sky i may eat for dinner
Tim Lundmark:
The sun with clouds
Tim Lundmark:
The sun clouds
Tim Lundmark:
The path to heaven
Tim Lundmark:
Bird on rock
Tim Lundmark:
Splashing on the rocks
Tim Lundmark:
The sky is fishing at you
Tim Lundmark:
Birds flying
Tim Lundmark:
Birds like one
Tim Lundmark:
A bird flying
Tim Lundmark:
V birds
Tim Lundmark:
Sunsets like big fish
Tim Lundmark:
the light was dimming at me
Tim Lundmark:
Why does the sun not set at it?
Tim Lundmark:
The sun was flaring a fire at you
Tim Lundmark:
The sun diden't know how to die
Tim Lundmark:
Sunmountain with clouds on top
Tim Lundmark:
The sun was at the amazing one
Tim Lundmark:
Birds like to run and fly sometimes
Tim Lundmark:
These are clouds of the heavenlyness
Tim Lundmark:
Paradise is where the end meets you
Tim Lundmark:
Pelicans in my forehead
