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Monochrome Nightmare – Shadows

Something was wrong, these were shadows and memories. Smears of nothing. No more than the punchline of a joke we had been told all this time. She said we hadn’t escaped, we had worked ourselves in deeper. I wasn’t sure, something felt like this was actually the right path, we were about to find our way.

October 26, 2014 Posted by | Fiction, Photo, Photography | , , , , , , | Leave a comment