So... Where was I?

Tuesday, 18 July 2017

Lights ...

Maybe the lights are more of us than we could ever be.
But we're going to try and make a safe landing from this inevitable crash.
And the only words that will resonate are your morning voice asking, "how do you know you're in love?"
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