1 Mayıs 2011 Pazar

Summer: You know, I dream sometimes about flying. It starts out like I’m running really, really fast and I’m like superhuman and the terrain starts to get really rocky and steep and then I’m running so fast that my feet aren’t even touching the ground and I’m floating and it’s like this amazing, amazing feeling…
I’m free, I’m safe. Then I realise: I’m completely alone....
And then I wake up.

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