People observe the colours of the day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colours. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. I make a point to notice them.
buena frase ^^
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Me he quedado mirando la frase de: "All the things you love will die". En realidad ahí reside la magia de todo, en la caducidad de las cosas.
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