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Everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists: aromas, lights, metals; were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Pablo Neruda, If You Forget Me (via youngfolksociety)
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Laoag’s Sinking Bell Tower.
Monday morning walk at Burnham Park.
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