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Sep 2015
On the first time I walked your bridge.

He had one foot holding the chapel door from locking, but the other was in my direction. I know you wouldn't have taken two steps towards me, but we both agreed it was fun to imagine that which we didn't believe in. We didn't say goodbye—but I heard a door close.
north
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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     Broken Condom, ZT and Sumina Thapaliya
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