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take my hand and climb with me…

one hundred and sixty eight degrees: ‘just say we were lovers…’

Truce ~ The Dresden Dolls

one hundred and sixty eight

It becomes, clear. As the sickle, moon. Scythes. Through twilight, and sets. Those who, behave. Less, than honourably. Under auspices, of love. Hardly, undergo. Sudden, metamorphosis. To become, good. Friends.

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You can have London but I want New York city…

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3 comments on “one hundred and sixty eight degrees: ‘just say we were lovers…’

  1. seanbidd
    March 18, 2013

    Makes me feel a need to go to the top of one of a number of local mountains here at evening, and experiment for a few hours with different settings…

  2. countingducks
    March 18, 2013

    I have to admire this photograph because I can’t leave the shutter open on my camera, so when I try to photograph the moon it just come out as a little prick of light in deep blackness. This is much more emotive, and I love the words: rich with truths

  3. snapitures
    March 19, 2013

    Love!

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