Ego solus ipse
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Home sweet home
When you are walking home at night, there is the smell of dinner pouring out of the houses unto the streets. Even if you feel really bad, the smell comforts you.
I am sad for those who won’t have dinner nor home tonight.
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