amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
I am moved by fancies that are curled around these images, and cling (1/365)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
It's the end of summer, you can spin the light to gold (2/365)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
There's No Drinking After You're Dead (3/365)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Yeah we will run, come get lost with me
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Everything in Nature suggests the infinite