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Thursday, November 19, 2009
Echoes
The weary old man in the cafe reminded me of my grandfather. He always smelled of books, tobacco and defeat.
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Anonymous said...
A looking glass you can look through. Very gray.
November 19, 2009 at 11:10 PM
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A looking glass you can look through. Very gray.
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