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Aug 2014
The sands of the hourglass dwindle, forgotten ashes & blooms of wispy smoke shrouded in wistful conversations. Thrumming heartbeat of the city and residual lingerings of temporary ghosts. Whispers gradually disappear into the vast mist of futile chaos. Lost souls wandering seeking what dreams may come.
Mel
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