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Tuesday, February 8, 2011
It's weird to remember when no one else does. Do memories get etched into one's consciousness, deeper than conscious recollection? If no one else remembers, maybe it never happened.
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I really like his photos too.
And hers too, of course.
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Impressionist Art: Leonid Afremov
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won't. can't.
it's awful of me to say this, but
scrub.
I hate feeling this transparent.
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