Run, run, run away…

Her last winter day…

A lot of thoughts, many doubts, hundreds of letters… North or south? Black or white? What to choose? Is it the end or the beginning of something very important?

She wanted to run, run, run away but she forgot that it is impossible to run from herself…

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fox sox by Wildfox Couture

music in my speakers: Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Runaway