April Snow

As if a fragmented dream, the winds suddenly peak between the houses, crests that buffer and scream their indignation. On such forceful lips is snow, heavy as words of passion, coating the flickering light with oblivion. 

I am surprised to have internet, to be honest, but am glad I do, to impart upon the world a new review from Argentina. Although I do not read Spanish, I am so pleased to have been reviewed on El Retorno Del Gigante. If you DO read Spanish, please have a look!

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