Monday, 27 April 2015

She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar...


She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar...

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  1. G. Thomas Edwards28 April 2015 at 07:59

    In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars...

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  2. Sean Walker28 April 2015 at 19:51

    Crests aren't lost in the troughs that follow. Water is sublime revelation. Each moment is an endless echo. And every echo is a new moment. It didn't start and it wont end - this is true of everything.

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