20. Boston, MA.

All our words are but crumbs
that fall down from the feast of the mind.
-Kahlil Gibran
"Monday morning came too soon. It’s entering my forgotten room. Diguised as the morning sun and I should be on the run. But I’m here waiting for you to come and rescue me from this awful blue."
— Maria Mena - Monday Morning
18/4/2011
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