Where could I have found enough material to fill up 114 posts.
We (not that we a different one) in frasers eating and talking about life and love and things in between. How people change and laugh and cry and breathe together.
I fell asleep in the sun on a desk in a house of learning and dreamt of things that left and imprint on my brain and nothing else. The memory of the dream of the dream of the dream.
Apparently my room was illegaly built and shall have to be demolished. Bugger.
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