C130 Gluttonous Starling
Ahead was the calm lake, gently rippling in the golden sunset like a pair of gentle hands caressing the skin of a lover. You couldn't say that it was desire, you couldn't say that it was love, you couldn't say that it was giving or taking.
For love is nothing but the light of the sun, the spring that gushes out of the spring, the green of the living life, you cannot say it is a claim