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"who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts..."
in the winter i can never see an end. it doesn't feel like there was anything before this and it doesn't feel like there will be anything after this. it gets so dark and so cold. my car won't even just go so how am i supposed to? there isn't anything to look foreward to. is there?
oh, photos from different times.
