Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Every day when I'm walking in to work, I have so many things in my head to write about. By evening, I can't apply myself to one more thing, and I don't write.
That's sad to me, but maybe it wouldn't even convey what one image can.
Ah, the textures of the familiar.
March 15, 2013 at 10:47 AM
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