I write such rubbish.
Wednesday, 16 February 2011
I walk on water.
When it's cold, and when I feel it is unreasonable to look up, I tend not to. At times like these I tend to keep my eyes fixed on the floor, which is why I notice the small things, and why the winter makes me sad.
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