Sometimes I can’t remember what the stars look like. I spend my time walking city streets at a pace so quick I forget. Perhaps the lights are such that city life simply doesn’t lend itself to the idea of our own minutia.
Read MoreSometimes I can’t remember what the stars look like. I spend my time walking city streets at a pace so quick I forget. Perhaps the lights are such that city life simply doesn’t lend itself to the idea of our own minutia.
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