micaela, graphic designer.
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room...
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
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The 1975 have the type of lyrics you want tattooed on your body
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Sunrise at Mt. Masada, Israel. We hiked up the Roman Ramp to the summit fortress of Mt. Masada in the black of night. Once we were up top, dawn swept over the valley and light spilled over the ruins. As the sun rose higher, beams of light cut through the thick desert air and exposed the majestic expanses of the Dead Sea basin and the surrounding area. The epic history of this place hangs in the air around the ancient walls. Read more about Masada on the fascinating and detailed Wikipedia Page.