part of a large collage that hangs in my bedroom in illnois
Bits & Pieces
There are little parts of the world that stick to me as I go through life. Like a creek on bedrock, they slowly shape me. Sometimes its a lyric. Sometimes its a line in a book. Sometimes it might just be you.
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