Mosky Rock:
there's something about autumn...
Mosky Rock:
the limit
Mosky Rock:
i'll meet you on the other side
Mosky Rock:
poor thing
Mosky Rock:
i'm running out of bright ideas
Mosky Rock:
it is the evening, and the sky is breathing, deep leaves, eventually.
Mosky Rock:
a wish?
Mosky Rock:
through the looking glass...
Mosky Rock:
of what remains
Mosky Rock:
Low Rising