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Monochrome Nightmare – Last Door

I stood alone, not even the bird was around anymore. I looked at my empty hand, wondering if she had ever been there in the first place. One last doorway, and I would be on my way home.


November 1, 2014 - Posted by | Fiction, Photo, Photography, Poetry | , , , , , ,

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