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Walking through the city streets
Is it by mistake or design?
I feel so alone on a Friday night

Posted 11 months ago
Posted 11 months ago

Russian Nationals 2013

Posted 11 months ago
Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end that’s all there is: love and its duty, sorrow and its truth. In the end that’s all we have - to hold on tight until the dawn.
 Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram
Posted 11 months ago

Marseille at night

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