Colors of Yesterday
Remember not to forget the dying colors of yesterday as you inhale tomorrow's hot dream, blown from frozen lips.
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"I do believe in an everyday sort of magic — the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of syncronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone."