My old town, now a dusty memory.
Sometimes I dream about London and when I wake up I miss it’s colours and smells.
These ones are from my little medium format box I smuggled once into an office.
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My old town, now a dusty memory.
Sometimes I dream about London and when I wake up I miss it’s colours and smells.
These ones are from my little medium format box I smuggled once into an office.