Tag Archives: happy
hands.
i’ve never washed my hands so much, or bought a soap refill, or thought to do that until now you shell your eyes out sideways, too far gone to tell i skip the stones on ice on the way home, … Continue reading
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so happy :)
the view from my dad’s old rooftop, looking east towards the end of the valley. it’s a little homesick, maybe, but i know i can’t go back. so it’s different this time. the rest of the pictures are here: dundas … Continue reading
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