And sometimes the wind stops in the middle of the night,
And the silence wakes you up.
Only the noise of your own thoughts to see you through the small hours.
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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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