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Me and Sheriff on the bed. Alex snapped the picture with his digital camera. (2008)
I love this picture that Alex took last summer a year ago. Lately I've been attracted to imperfect photos. Blame it on the Holga.
It's starting to feel a lot like... fall.
We had the coldest November I can remember and that reminds me of these lyrics:
September, streets capsizing
Spilling over down the drains
Shards of glass, splinters like rain
But you could only feel your own pain.
October, talk getting nowhere
November... December... remember
We just start it again.
Anyway, it's 70 degrees outside and I'm going for a walk.
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