You
There is a beautiful photograph of you sleeping on the seat next to the window in the train. The sunlight hits your neck and your face partially, outlining soft silhouettes. Photographs bring you closer, and sometimes further.
(But it's still you.)
Beautiful, just like memories.
(But it's still you.)
Beautiful, just like memories.
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