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Somewhere in the aftermath of the storms and winds and moving, things find a way of making themselves permanent despite the overally temporary feeling of time. Photographs are finding their place somewhere else, words are left in the pillows during the night, and there needs to be something more out of this than what I'm getting. Big decisions need ( Read more... )