judie uffe:
a saddening sight.
judie uffe:
the grieve, the despair, the lost
judie uffe:
chair of melancholy
judie uffe:
soldiers, fallen.
judie uffe:
not so distant.
judie uffe:
+
judie uffe:
pure white
judie uffe:
You'll be blessed
judie uffe:
miss-ed
judie uffe:
sorrow not for us, dear.
judie uffe:
the withered statue
judie uffe:
so many, yet so many...
judie uffe:
''i died for you sins''', he said.
judie uffe:
in turmoil