Couch love. My only love.
And the future hangs over our heads
And it moves with each current event
Until it falls all around like a cold steady rain
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Robert Henri: Rough Sea near Lobster Point (1903)

The past is just a story we tell ourself.

-her

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Afternoon Skies by tsivas on Flickr.

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