Oh, my god, pink snow
Pink snow, fire, police siren and here comes Felicity and Noel holding each other tight. City could be beautiful when you least expect. I wonder if life is like that. Everyone has a clean path that is well marked, not Felicity, not Noel, not me. What price will people like us need to pay before we find our mark? Maybe we just do not know what we really want. It's so hard to figure that out.
posted by Road less travelled @ 12:24 AM
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