Kim: Hold me.
Edward: I can't.
like an edward of scissorhands he cut the paper wrapped around the snowglobe inside. he would then blink and go to dream for half an hour under a tree, carefree of the stripes on the glass temple.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
A mailbox
Romantic pose, souvenir of a "has anybody sent me a letter?" excited later nostalgic question mark in front of my each mailbox.
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