When we moved in there were no electric lights and with the setting of the sun we had to find our way into bed using our hands despite the vacancy of the den, nothing for reference except you and I.
seven
Three
The Country Song
Twelve
Nine
Twelve
Seven
Six
Eleven
Nine
So This is Our Home
Three
A Small World
Terrible Noise
This Must Be Some Kind of Joke
Song Eight
Twelve
This Is Not Mine
The First Word That Comes To Mind
Clayton