

Come and GoIt was a different life; the days filled with something warm and bittersweet --- something that slipped through my fingers: birthed, grown up, moved out and long gone before I even knew what it was.Come and Go
There are memories that float like bubbles on strings; boistered by the breeze of familiarity, their cords cut by years and years piled on top of one another, their soapy forms all the more hazy and some even pop altogethergone in a blink; the time it takes to kiss a cheek.
These memories are buildupresidue. Nothing more.
Certainly nothing less.
A residual energy in the abandoned spac
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"There is no road to peace. Peace is the road!"
Visit My Drawings ~Garelito
Visit My Photos ~Garelito-Photos
in photography..
will u help me
We spoke a few weeks ago, when I commented on one of your Guinea-Pigs photos.
I was just going through my favourites and remembered
I have a new Guinea-Pig, I was wandering of you would like to check out the photos I have put up of him. You dont have to I was just wandering.
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When we look into the eyes of a wolf, we see our own souls
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