You find yourself among the musty stacks, wondering if such places ever change. You can't find a coffee shop that's still open, though you're napping on your feet. Someone tells you that they miss the insects from where they grew up and you find that old friends can still be who you thought they once were.
7/03/2010
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Yup,some days are diamontes...
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