Short trip to clear my head. London rain, anonymous bars, nobody asking me to be anything I wasn't ready to be.
I didn't write much while I was there. I just walked.
Rome always pulls me back. It always does.
Short trip to clear my head. London rain, anonymous bars, nobody asking me to be anything I wasn't ready to be.
I didn't write much while I was there. I just walked.
Rome always pulls me back. It always does.
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