notice_the_shade_of_melancholy fyn gula we said goodbye at the airport, making room for private tears in places no one sees, and so monday starts way too fast, disregarding the memories of several beautiful days, dragging me yawning and cursing into the demands of the icy cold water of the work week nobody wants to dive into. but i find you already swimming. 020708 ... crOwl cinnamon and copper 041026 what's it to you? who go blather from