harold.lloyd:
Where did everybokeh go?
harold.lloyd:
and reborn is the phoenix
harold.lloyd:
fading fast
harold.lloyd:
the brave day sunk in hideous night
harold.lloyd:
This world to me is like a lasting storm
harold.lloyd:
when the golden sun salutes the morn
harold.lloyd:
arms open wide
harold.lloyd:
pellmell havoc and confusion
harold.lloyd:
waving goodbye
harold.lloyd:
down through the leaves of the old oak tree
harold.lloyd:
they may have grown apart, but a million tiny strands kept their hearts together
harold.lloyd:
right in the center
harold.lloyd:
pulling home
harold.lloyd:
we rise to greet you, our lord and master
harold.lloyd:
up in the clouds
harold.lloyd:
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile
harold.lloyd:
gateway to the bokeheart
harold.lloyd:
icon and shallow bay
harold.lloyd:
burst into heaven, kissing the cotton clouds
harold.lloyd:
apparently it's autumn. Who knew?
harold.lloyd:
sometimes the smallest touch is enough
harold.lloyd:
gearing up for sad bokeh friday
harold.lloyd:
a little forlorn
harold.lloyd:
my bright fresh flower and I dream her
harold.lloyd:
shiny tithonia
harold.lloyd:
trying to make its own sunlight
harold.lloyd:
it's raining bokeh
harold.lloyd:
autumnal bokeh
harold.lloyd:
reaching for the last of the light
harold.lloyd:
I shall call you peachily and you shall be my friend
