an american graveyard in the midst of a pocket of
first world urban manila, third world philippines.
strange. but appropriate.
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thus; intentionally so
we are
this is our correspondence in images.
we can only hold so much is what i figure
try and keep our eye on the big picture
picture keeps getting bigger
and too much is how i love you
but too well is how i know you
and i've got nothing to prove this time
just something to show you
i guess i just wanted you to see
that it was all worth it to me
- ani di franco
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and look how green and well-kept that grass is.
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