Saturday, 25 July 2015
nothing lasts forever
But I being poor have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Wednesday, 8 July 2015
one-hundred-year storm
Out of focus, out of color, with thunders dancing around me.
Celebrating.
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