Tuesday, 28 December 2010


Everytime I think I'm over you... I spot you in the crest of a wave. 

Or I catch a glimpse of you in beer bottles or you flit past me in rain puddles. 
In the sills of the house with the golden windows -There you are, darling. 

50-word-story, photo/art/text own.

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