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exonian christmases are: ducks that wish people a happy holiday season (part one), immigrants try to appease their kids by taking them out for walks/ATM machines don’t work (part two), two north africans walk and talk away the quiet afternoon/still having ATM trouble (part three), the city streets are claimed by armies of seagulls and gutted bags of rubbish (part four).

how enlightening.

finally, she’s gone. (at least for tonight.)

which came first: the flowerpot or the book? no answers to cliché questions.

who needs erutcurts when you have the possibility to epacse? who needs emit when you have ecaps? 

water, gardens, walking philosophers, crunching apples: my backyard is actually a forest. funny how cold it can get.

Cold Friday night. Can’t make out whether they were being racist or descriptive. Regardless, the IAIS fountain has a sound of its own. Especially on cold Friday nights.

missing one hand. gaining two hands. still trying to find an approach. have i failed yet again?