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Memories, like looking through stain glass directly into our past. Obscured in their nature, yet always seeming brighter than our future.
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
Memories
Memories, like looking through stain glass directly into our past. Obscured in their nature, yet always seeming brighter than our future.
fuji-bear
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
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