Sunday, December 7, 2014


What a great great escape. You held my hand, and it was us against the night. It was us against the people it was us against the cold. We felt so fucking mighty.

Some things felt so fast yet so slow. We were like, distance photography, catching lights, losing lights. No immune needed, no food, just laughs and the wind, and the heat. Crazed but sober.
It was a great journey.

"It makes me sit and wonder, how you've never bothered, when I said I wanna be free" - Clare Maguire

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