Between the Soil and the Sky
Saturday, 24 September 2016
12.48 a.m.
Haven't been home past midnight for a long while now. I can smell the smoke on my shirt and my thumb burns for some odd reason.
There was a a worn out looking man playing beautiful music beneath the bridge and that was all that mattered.
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