"...we're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year..." you simply have not lived until you've stood on a pier, the sun warming your back, the ocean breeze dancing playfully in your hair, as you take black and white photos of surfers with the Raconteurs playing in the background.
i'm convinced that this is where the yellow brick road would have led.
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i have stood in city squares and rooftop gardens, roads to infinity and tops of mountains, cliffsides, oceansides, lakesides and rockslides. But never a pier...
feurewee
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