These are daydreams about people in my life, people I never met, whose multi-faceted transfigurations are therefore likely to happen only in the innermost of abstract feelings.
Time has no meaning.
Caress lasts forever.
The answer to the present lies not in blocking its way, but in moving aside
2000 - 05
2006 - 07
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