Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
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There are invisible Pokémons all around my house and a cigarette stub in an empty flower pot. There is a finance minister in town and a frustration inside.
All my newfound energy is about to go into overdrive, nosedive and a crash.
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