And we believe all our experiences are singular.
Yesterday a young girl pushed her hair behind her ears and smiled while looking at herself in the shop window just like I do ever so often.
A child chasing pigeons in Victoria Park fell and mirrored the expression you make in this faded photograph from some thirty years ago.
The sunset we went ecstatic over in Goa has found it’s way on this flickr photostream tagged beach sunset.
The lovers tiff we had some ten years back is being replayed even as I type, on the park bench outside my window.
These words I write, this thought, this sigh have been a part of countless singular experiences.
Now that’s truly exceptional.
Yesterday a young girl pushed her hair behind her ears and smiled while looking at herself in the shop window just like I do ever so often.
A child chasing pigeons in Victoria Park fell and mirrored the expression you make in this faded photograph from some thirty years ago.
The sunset we went ecstatic over in Goa has found it’s way on this flickr photostream tagged beach sunset.
The lovers tiff we had some ten years back is being replayed even as I type, on the park bench outside my window.
These words I write, this thought, this sigh have been a part of countless singular experiences.
Now that’s truly exceptional.
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