Qué pasaría, si nunca pasase nada?
A (photo)blog about life, love, loss, living.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Urge
Once again the wings beneath my feet long for some fresh air to beat. My heart is still, like a humming birds wings in slow motion. Must move. Or I will stop and fall from the sky.
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