lucyshena: you were a wasteland
lucyshena: This afternoon
lucyshena: Does this make you uncomfortable?
lucyshena: Encroachment.
lucyshena: There's nothing left to say
lucyshena: Little Boat.
lucyshena: When under ether the mind comes alive
lucyshena: White gardenia
lucyshena: Ghosts...
lucyshena: Reflection.
lucyshena: Lingmoor Fell.
lucyshena: Winter, Harrogate