The Bus Stop

It's about love, about her, about us, about you and about time. It's about a journey, a visual story. She's a poppy. She's rooted in me.

"Through the blue summer days, I shall travel all the ways, Pricked by the ears of maize, trampling the dew: A dreamer, I will gaze, as underfoot the coolness plays. I’ll let the evening breeze drench my head anew." A.R.

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