reflections

Reflections… our faces in a mirrow, year after year… are the ones we expected to see?
Skies and clouds in a puddle, a sort of door to other dimensions.
Reflections… our faces in a mirrow, year after year… are the ones we expected to see?
Skies and clouds in a puddle, a sort of door to other dimensions.
The eighth Liquid Frame’s album is an anthology, with the addition of two unpublished tracks.
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