the dance of the ink riddled fingers

happy blank

Posted in frozen frames, how was your day? by enisea on 12/04/2012

As though one had just put handfuls of sunshine in every pocket, only to pat at pockets a second later, think of sunshine but not know much about what happened after sunhine had apparently been obtained. Mm. That.

Every complication in life, at this moment, I can visualise in this little car.

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