the joys of being pure at heart


'Since the return from her stay on the moon, she listens like spring and she talks like June'

pink house


His goal in life was to be an echo, the type of sound that floats around and then back down like a feather. But in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans no one could hear him, or anything at all

E. Galash

somewhere between a dream



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