cleopatrathechicken
she was standing in front of the Lincoln memorial staring at the huge white pillars houseing the (in my opinion) the bravest president EVER
it was on a golden glimmering string of light staring back at me with surprising intensity and a lost love from the days of yesteryear and the bright dunes of crystal. sapphire. ruby. emerald. shining in the sun.
the big yellow kite soared through the air like some grotesque windmill