These Sad Things.
It was 4am.
I logged into my Flickr account.
Yellowed memories refreshed delicately.
Unbothered by the kaleidoscopic drapes, each word, each moment danced and twirled in their own special way.
In a similar vein, boxed-up Yesterdays marked crisp corrugation.
I logged out.
These sad things, how well I know them.
I logged into my Flickr account.
Yellowed memories refreshed delicately.
Unbothered by the kaleidoscopic drapes, each word, each moment danced and twirled in their own special way.
In a similar vein, boxed-up Yesterdays marked crisp corrugation.
I logged out.
These sad things, how well I know them.
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