The slow hum of machines disturbing everything—louder than cries and just as sweet, echoing through air thin with autumn; even the hush of wind is too delicate to be heard or enjoyed...
Humming
Humming
Humming
The slow hum of machines disturbing everything—louder than cries and just as sweet, echoing through air thin with autumn; even the hush of wind is too delicate to be heard or enjoyed...