on yonder hillside, getting dim
why didn't they leave us alone?
why couldn't we just be ourselves?
we could dream and keep bees
and live on honey street
and we walked the pagan streams
in medetation and comtemplation
and we didn't need anybody, or anything
As the great great great great great
Being watches over
and we repair repair repair repair repair
to honey street"
- Van Morrison
My spirit is restless and longs to get away. I can't help but long for a raw wind and an open sky; time alone in the quiet.
pictures by little_my
pictures by little_my
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