She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
City by the divide
Our bridge and tunnel prison seems like miles when it might be blocks. I can't even see where you are from here. All I can see are wooden floors and beams, all I hear are loud cars. Did you know that every day, a car crashes into my building? Every day.
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