Picked a day. Picked a time.
Autumm.
And the season makes it natural: a certain melancholy with a touch of renewal. It is true that leaves fall for a reason: they make our steps sound like an element of the nature; they make room for the next spring.
i dreamed of an orange box overnight. Cleared the dust on it.
Today i'll wash our dreams away.
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Where did you get this pic? It look likes one place where I lived... ages ago...
mmmm..... don't remember anymore. I guess flickr.. i'll check!
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