Sunday, December 10, 2006
Pictures: The Last Refuge of Hiaters
Without words, all I can do is look around me with open eyes and lens:
You ever dream of one of those endless corridors with doors that are choices?
Nah, me either.
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Without words, all I can do is look around me with open eyes and lens:
You ever dream of one of those endless corridors with doors that are choices?
Nah, me either.