cliffside
The window-panes form a valley and the light shining through, a river: but I'm precariously peering from the cliffs above, trying to catch a glimpse of your boat.
The window-panes form a valley and the light shining through, a river: but I'm precariously peering from the cliffs above, trying to catch a glimpse of your boat.
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