If you want to see what makes you different, look at your bed after you sleep. Mine is tatters, mine is bare disease strewn mattress, mine is almost broken from the tossing, the turning, the tossing. Yours? Carefree.
Photo - S
Words - S
She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
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