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| Naples 2016 |
I wish he hadn’t said that to me.
Long ago, when he was my age now.
“It doesn’t get any better”.
Every time I grimace I hear his voice.
He’s in hospital now.
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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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