It's a big city. Maybe someday, I will have stepped through every alleyway, turned back along every path I've walked to look around and consider where I came from. Someday.
15.2.12
In the Alleyway
I stepped into an alleyway, turned back the way I'd came and looked up. Such simple actions, everyday, mundane.
It's a big city. Maybe someday, I will have stepped through every alleyway, turned back along every path I've walked to look around and consider where I came from.
Someday.
It's a big city. Maybe someday, I will have stepped through every alleyway, turned back along every path I've walked to look around and consider where I came from. Someday.
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