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The season finally slumps and in the tender light behind the pane, tired glances over swirling glasses- couples pretend worlds from their worn leather couches and fade away on a warm brass note. ©2015 Alex Bex - www.alexbex.net
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
Sound of Longing #1 (extract)
The season finally slumps and in the tender light behind the pane, tired glances over swirling glasses- couples pretend worlds from their worn leather couches and fade away on a warm brass note. ©2015 Alex Bex - www.alexbex.net
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
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