Monday, 25 February 2013
the morning of the day inside of me
"How strange I feel, if as a lit match soaked in sweat, the bird of prey run through an ocean."
—Ian William L.
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"How strange I feel, if as a lit match soaked in sweat, the bird of prey run through an ocean."
—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.
"How strange I feel, if as a lit match soaked in sweat, the bird of prey run through an ocean."
—Ian William L.
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