I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy~
anais nin
We walked down the pier~ nostalgic for the beauty of our love~An intermittent sadness of the brilliant imperfections of life. I lay my head in your lap. You are a prominence of the brigade of things that I had laid to rest. My heart bound to my sleeve. The utterance of all things true

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