Going to the woods is going home (by Milamai)
Going to the woods is going home (by Milamai)
In the afterlight (by Milamai)
Greetings from Ophelia III (by Milamai)
Dum spiro spero (by Milamai)
She could see her own breath; it came out of her mouth like smoke (by Milamai)
Touched by the Sun (by Milamai)
I miss you most of all, when autumn leaves start to fall
Short days, long nights
Meanwhile the world goes on
There’s nothing mortal in them; their decay
Is the green life of change; to pass away
And come again in blooms revivified.