On New Year's Eve
As the old year grows cold and grey,
I stand on an ocean of time,
holding my dreams like bright balloons.
Based on visual #1
Written 12/31/14 by Andrea Dietrich
For the 3 by 8 Image Contest of nette onclaud
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