COUNT EVERY BEAUTIFUL THING WE CAN SEE
MY PHOTOGRAPHS AND THOUGHTS OF TWO THOUSAND ELEVEN
Monday
April 4
It's the sense of touch...I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.
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