(E. 20, 48) ｜🐾 Meandering trought creannies of Edinburgh (&.) walk the streets for a long time looking at the falling brown leaves. Photographing every corner and rusting iron building， using an old camera : “Belong's to” @Telegram

(PRIVATE.) Funeral Rites Stubborn Criminal Ponder, Reflect Boundaries Squander. "Determine—Portrayal" Wholehearted Tendency Abundant Fervent. Evade The Issue "Conference Unintended, Inadvertent" Absorptive Bunfight &, Source Master Bogus.

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ㅤ(E. 20, 48) ｜Creannies Of Old Streets.
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ㅤㅤㅤ PAGE 1O : Old streets inundated
ㅤㅤㅤby water,  with relaxed
ㅤㅤㅤpedestrians enjoying a serene
ㅤㅤㅤnight time atmosphere.

[12/3] on a quiet street with dim lights, without hesitation that street loser was bare-chested carrying an empty bottle of beer.

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ㅤㅤㅤ[ II. ] ｜Memories On Paper，
ㅤㅤㅤ    Fiding Crumpled Paper.

ㅤㅤ &` A wad of vintage memory in
ㅤㅤㅤEdinburgh's old town. Captured
ㅤㅤㅤwith an old camera,
ㅤㅤㅤphotographing the shadows of
ㅤㅤㅤꗬ dead ꗬ trees
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ㅤㅤㅤ(’💀)  The Body And Soul Have Disappeared, No One Knows Where, With Tears That Never Stop. Screams From the Heart Buried Thousands Of Years Ago, Running Into A Mind That's Impossible To Get Out Of, The Silent Eve.

(PRIVATE.) Funeral Rites Stubborn #Criminal Ponder, Reflect Boundaries Squander. "Determine—Portrayal" Wholehearted Tendency Abundant Fervent