On and on, on and on with perfectly smooth tops.
I had imagined endless cornfields as monotony, not as this american pastoral beauty that goes on and on, on and on outside my train’s window.
On and on, on and on with perfectly smooth tops.
I had imagined endless cornfields as monotony, not as this american pastoral beauty that goes on and on, on and on outside my train’s window.
Various Writings by Erin Bregman 