The drops fall, silent
As the darkness of the night,
Caressing the soft
Plains and curves of the green land.
It will ne’er again be hers.
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The drops fall, silent
As the darkness of the night,
Caressing the soft
Plains and curves of the green land.
It will ne’er again be hers.
One couple's dream of being the change they want to see in the world.
A World of Illustration © Olivia Linn, 2017
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