Thursday, 18 September 2014
The chimneys that never let smoke out, doors that are closed with cement.
Every time I feel like home, that hasn't been too often lately, I listen to The Smiths..
Like that.
I guess I listened to them a lot in good places. But this view with amazing grey tones and morning sun is pretty good too.
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