Thursday, September 10

We live on the bottom floor, so when the lights on the cranes outside shine through our windows we pretend it's moonlight.



1 comment:

fanny said...

åh det är nästa som i låten "light my candle" från rent. -
-That was my last match,
-Our eyes'll adjust, thank God for the moon
-Maybe it's not the moon at all
I hear Spike Lee's shooting down the street

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