The black wave
She takes your pixels, she takes them away.
There is the figure, a ghost of a young boy, dressed in white bed clothes, peeking around the corner of the barn in the photograph.
A feeling of sadness seemingly without a cause.
She takes your pixels, she takes them away.
There is the figure, a ghost of a young boy, dressed in white bed clothes, peeking around the corner of the barn in the photograph.
A feeling of sadness seemingly without a cause.
