#casmund.

                                      WHERE THE TREES MEET THE OCEAN.

                                                         AS  THE  POETS  SAY  .                 backs turn from vertical waves  &  narnia enters a new age of lovers .

                                           he is half of my soul , as the poets say .

                their first meeting held caspian’s cheek hostage in shades of red that he would blame on simple exhaustion.

                                                    i’m right and i should say it.