And all of a sudden, you wash out
Like a soft, sudden, summer rain
It rained in the late afternoon.
It yielded me nothing. All is dark. All is silent. All is humid.
- Sibylle Baier, "Forget About"
This blog is dedicated to my mom.
And all of a sudden, you wash out
Like a soft, sudden, summer rain
It rained in the late afternoon.
It yielded me nothing. All is dark. All is silent. All is humid.
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