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My entire life. Has been amazing. I sit here with absolutely nothing though, at the moment, but flashbacks. Of this life. Of Tokyo 2003, in particular. The emotion was physical. Felt the meaning of it within. A tightening. Did you know how great it was, then? How deep their smiles were? How open their hearts were? – excerpt from my future book
Graffiti is existential ~ and nostalgic ~ and can hit you in your most vulnerable spots:
