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December 2012 | how like a mirror
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How like a mirror. Something to do with reflection. Only this and nothing more. We also had time to check out some local restaurants (great food), have a nice dinner at our accommodations (seafood nabe), and spend an hour at the local sento (public bath), which is also one of the permanent art exhibitions on the island. While it’s not even all that well known within Japan, it’s a nice destination for anyone, even if you’re only visiting the country. I was able to. On a less exciting but still awesome not...
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things I thought I knew. | how like a mirror
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How like a mirror. Something to do with reflection. Only this and nothing more. Things I thought I knew. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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rhubarb and marmalade. | how like a mirror
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How like a mirror. Something to do with reflection. Only this and nothing more. December 2012 →. The moon was an orange slice, suspended in the sky,. Peeking from behind concrete and brick, hiding from hungry eyes. The city sprawled out, (crawled out), full of Johnny’s and. Baby’s, dancing in meringue and green tea ice cream,. Though, sometime after midnight, only in their dreams. As I biked to your apartment, I feared. It was just my mind playing tricks,. Hoping for something to quench my desire, for.
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green ii. | how like a mirror
https://mutefiend.wordpress.com/2011/12/19/green-2
How like a mirror. Something to do with reflection. Only this and nothing more. It doesn’t quit you. Things I thought I knew. →. Art that is hurtful, but honest, I think, is far better than art which is sweet, but an utter lie (Emi Morimoto, Twitter, 19 December 2011). 8220;my friend, the environmentalist”. He was a mentalist, alright. I mean, picture this:. I’m not describing. I mean, imagine:. I’m not describing. Exactly, but it’s how he was with his relationships. This entry was posted in Uncategorized.
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firsts. | how like a mirror
https://mutefiend.wordpress.com/2012/02/19/firsts
How like a mirror. Something to do with reflection. Only this and nothing more. Rhubarb and marmalade. →. For a couple years now I’ve been wondering when I first heard Ryan Adams’ “Come Pick Me Up”, and now that I’m watching Elizabethtown for the first time in a few years, I’ve finally figured it out and am satisfied. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Rhubarb and marmalade. →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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how like a mirror | something to do with reflection | Page 2
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How like a mirror. Something to do with reflection. Only this and nothing more. Newer posts →. It doesn’t quit you. Because they get sucked into all the fun things there are to do here and the beauty, and there’s something weird in the atmosphere that makes you forget about everything back home. It’s a strange feeling sometimes. Which is not to say I’m forgetting about everything back home. You can be sure of that. I’m beginning to better understand that it doesn’t work like that. It is nice to see pictu...
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heart. | how like a mirror
https://mutefiend.wordpress.com/2012/01/06/heart
How like a mirror. Something to do with reflection. Only this and nothing more. Things I thought I knew. Want to go back. Oh, it’s such. A drag and Japan’s so. Interesting. Why would you ever want to leave? Someone who could appreciate my sentiment. He doesn’t want to go back to his home because England, he says, is just all terrible weather and zero job prospects. But he’s thought of moving to Canada. Where the heart is, and there’s no place like it. This entry was posted in Uncategorized.
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2012. | how like a mirror
https://mutefiend.wordpress.com/2012/01/24/2012
How like a mirror. Something to do with reflection. Only this and nothing more. Firsts. →. 8220;New Year”. When the ball drops,. A million particles are displaced. When the sand settles, nothing can ever be. As I’m being driven home for the first time in eleven months,. The new sign over the QEW isn’t as insignificant as I’d like to believe. Tell me how to start again in a new place. Dreaming, awake, and with music that will move my body,. And not my heart. I’ll commit to these lines,. Tell me again,.
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