“Unicorn” whispers a butterfly passing by, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Walking under the setting sun, a stroll into the mists of the passing day. Last light breaking through the branches of twisted trees along the path, the wind plays with the dust under my feet. I look over green pastures framed by wooden fences. …
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.-Edgar Allan Poe





