Flight home from beaches far.
To moon full, violent winds and news, not wanted.
But expected.
Phone.
Tears.
More to come.
The spring holds other than birth.
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One of these two.
A random image.
looking for sunny periods
I like shells
There to remind me
An old photo remains
can't click on this one yet (you can now - i found a reference to fourteen)
Who am i? What's going on?
A long and (not) winding road.
Always leads to my door.
Only ever meant to last the night...
One I Took Earlier.
an eye on autumn
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