Clare Does Art
Thursday, 11 September 2014
In the train i gather my thoughts, and this seemed to me so wistful and lonely. The longing becomes unendurable. I want a healer for all wounds. Held back with fear, abruptly i begin talking to you - its terrifying all year.
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