Sunday, 17 July 2011
eastern drive
"It is like the track has been skipping, like the city lights begin to your breathing."
Ian William L.
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A blog about life and losing my mind; about the emotions that take us, the colours that catch us, the little things that are lost. We create the dark, and we can stem the shadow.
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