Words of goodbye were in the atmosphere, filled with long conversations about old memories, and current friendships. People are unable to realize something posed and contrived unless they get badly wounded. I returned home at around 5 o'clock this morning, the fog had an intriguing scent, my eyes sweet tears of euphoria.
Listening to: CocoRosie - Lemonade
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