He had keys for doors that no longer existed and kept them anyway, sorted by the year the building came down. On Sundays he laid them out on the…
What the Locksmith Knew — Klára S.
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Klára S. · 11 comments
If I could just release All that's in my mind If I could help you see Help you feel how I'm inclined Then perhaps this little feeling That a rift is…
The Fading — Coltrane
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Coltrane · 5 comments