Somehow I lost you on my radar, that's the problem with old school curation by hand and eye, oh well. Glad I found you again. I love the last two lines, they are a poem in and of themselves
it started to rain
The subway rumbled beneath me.
Somehow I lost you on my radar, that's the problem with old school curation by hand and eye, oh well. Glad I found you again. I love the last two lines, they are a poem in and of themselves
it started to rain
The subway rumbled beneath me.