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The Common Day Relics
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The Photograph
- Rob
- Dear Brothers and Sisters, Dear Enemies and Friends, Why are we all so alone here? All we need is a little more hope, a little more joy. All we need is a little more light, a little less weight, a little more freedom. If we were an army, and if we believed that we were an army, and we believed that everyone was scared like little lost children in their grown up clothes and poses; so we ended up alone here floating through long wasted days, or great tribulations.. While everything felt wrong. Good words, strong words, words that could've moved mountains. Words that no one ever said. We were all waiting to hear those words and no one ever said them. And the tactics never hatched. And the plans were never mapped. And we all learned not to believe.
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The End of All Sound
2 comments:
Sweet stuff. Things like this make me want to have a camera around my neck at all times.
Thanks, sorry I noticed this about three months late. I love having a camera when I have the chance to take pictures like these.
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