sunshinelense
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
- Anais Nin
brighton/United Kingdom
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My Albums
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Album: X Process
shared by sunshinelense on 2010-09-15 · 27 Photos 42 -
Album: Ruth
shared by sunshinelense on 2010-09-03 · 9 Photos 30 -
Album: black and white
shared by sunshinelense on 2010-09-02 · 34 Photos 30 -
Album: fisheye
shared by sunshinelense on 2010-09-02 · 7 Photos 5