sunshinelense
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
- Anais Nin
brighton/Regno Unito
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Album: X Process
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Album: Ruth
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Album: black and white
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Album: fisheye
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