THINGS WE LOST IN THE FIRE
A VISUAL JOURNAL: Pluck the day when it is ripe, trusting as little as possible to the future.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
This song is in the periphery of a summer night circa 2004. Upstate New York. The world belonged to us. Then I grew up.
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