viernes, 14 de enero de 2011

If it's good or if it's fortune I can't tell, but pieces come together for some reason just as well. Their guns couldn't see us! There's a sea outside my door! And one day I'll appreciate
the rush of blood and the washed out beat of the shore, and remember what it felt like to be alone, sitting in the sunlight. All alone.

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