Monday 22 October 2007 photo 1/1
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Alone on a train aimless in wonder. An outdated map crumbled in my pocket. But I didn't care where I was going, 'Cause they're all different names for the same place. The coast dissapeared when the sea drown the sun. I knew no words to share it with anyone. The boundaries of language I quietly cursed, And all the different names for the same thing.
Annons