bluechameleon

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For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.
permalink early morning in the West End (from my posterous)

early morning in the West End (from my posterous)

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autumn dance on the stairs (from my posterous)

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But I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in bottoms that lay intensely silent under old great trees.
permalink nighttime commute (from my posterous)

nighttime commute (from my posterous)

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night tremors (from my posterous)

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… as they die, the ones we love, we lose our witnesses, our watchers, those who know and understand the tiny little meaningless patterns, those words drawn in water with a stick. And there is nothing left but the endless flow.
permalink better days (from my posterous)

better days (from my posterous)