Today is a resting place, and my heart goes out to meet itself.

[i_thinkofyou]

"A prisoner in the cave, I lie alone and look at the shadow of the world. A January afternoon. But the heart of the air full of cold. Everywhere a thin film of sunlight that you could split with a touch of your fingernail, but which clothes everything in an eternal smile. Who am I and what can I do-except enter into the movement of the branches and

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[backofataxi]

damn...yogi Camus