From where we are... (our trip to velavadar)
The sky is darkest of the dark,
The rustling of the leaves lends a character to the breeze,
Stars aplenty shine bright,
The two of us, surrounded by thousands of black bucks,
And some predators,
Sit under a sole light....
The rustling of the leaves lends a character to the breeze,
Stars aplenty shine bright,
The two of us, surrounded by thousands of black bucks,
And some predators,
Sit under a sole light....
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