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November 2, 2010
I don't understand why others don't stop and stare at things the way I find myself doing all the time. Literally stopping to look at the setting light through a window. The crispness to the air. The way lines make shapes of space.
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I don't understand why others don't stop and stare at things the way I find myself doing all the time. Literally stopping to look at the setting light through a window. The crispness to the air. The way lines make shapes of space.
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