The indulgence of old photo albums. Each page separated from the next by a sheet of translucent paper, so as to spare the photographs the indignity of rubbing against each other, so as to give each trapped face its privacy.
There are days when I wish my memories were so distinguished, so well-preserved. So I could tell the difference between impression and image, dream and ghost.
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of myriad jungle -- and stone age man -- of wild grapes -- and tribal instincts -- where everything happens for a reason with a straight forward twist -- cogito ergo sum
Moi
- DUSTY BULLET
- India
- Tough, Dreamy, Independent, Sarcastic, Spirited Heart, Love life in all its forms - A Royal and thumping take on every bend, drop and turn life has to offer, to which she only smirks - 'Be easy on my curves, Darling I want you, but not so fast'
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