March 2012
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“Forever is composed of nows.”
– Emily Dickinson (via girlwithoutwings)
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. Spark .
Movement of the gleaming lights, the city at night. Valleys and plateaus, enough to witness with hungry eyes the days of days and the ravishing nights. Passing in a endless evolving motion all that was and notions. In these hours all is filled with space, empty streets before the northeast wakes and reserved time eager to waste.
“When I have a camera in my hand, I know no fear.”
– Alfred Eisenstaedt (via life)
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UGH pt. 1
