Don’t know what to do with this… any ideas? worth continuing?
It’s not really about that, is it? Not really about you. It’s not really about me either. It’s about the way the lone streetlight let it’s glare fall along the potholes.
Alis Volat Propriis
Only four colors. Only ten digits. Only Seven Notes. Only twenty six letters. It’s what you do with them that’s important.
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