I lost my voice, but now I've got it back. My shoes wore thin, but I learned to walk barefoot. My brain was hanging upside down. I know the mortar in the wall breaks.
I gave up on photography though. I am not cut out to be a street photographer. I'm just too shy. That, or I need to buy a large obtrusive camera to hide behind. All I really need is a cigarette.
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