Zeb Andrews:
The clouds in the sky
Zeb Andrews:
The plans for heaven were writ across the skies, awaiting only the building to begin
Zeb Andrews:
We aren't the only ones enjoying the sunset
Zeb Andrews:
Red Sky at Night
Zeb Andrews:
We're all getting where we're going
Zeb Andrews:
They did not know what they were looking for, but it knew them
Zeb Andrews:
On building cloudscapes
Zeb Andrews:
One of a million
Zeb Andrews:
The clouds in our heads
Zeb Andrews:
The birth of thought
Zeb Andrews:
In the valley of the Sun
Zeb Andrews:
The bottling of lightning versus that of thunder
Zeb Andrews:
A break, but not broken
Zeb Andrews:
Cloud 97
Zeb Andrews:
The End...
Zeb Andrews:
And they knew they could burn the worries from their minds
Zeb Andrews:
Perhaps we have met before; perhaps we shall meet again
Zeb Andrews:
Always and never the same
Zeb Andrews:
The day's farewell
Zeb Andrews:
I never met a cloud I didn't like
Zeb Andrews:
One cloud and another
Zeb Andrews:
Chance of cloudy
Zeb Andrews:
SOOI (straight out of imagination)
Zeb Andrews:
The best cure for dry feet
Zeb Andrews:
Whiskers and claws
Zeb Andrews:
Clouds brewing on the horizon
Zeb Andrews:
Places to go to get lost
Zeb Andrews:
Decided
Zeb Andrews:
The great ideas we forgot
Zeb Andrews:
Iliad
