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Monday, 4 April 2011

Eyes behind glass

Behind the glass and locked inside her marble cast, unable to utter a sound she watches out of her dusty paned windows. Time passes, the dust and cobwebs ever increasing little by little, she can hardly remember her name some days. It was Rebecca. No one seems to notice as the people hurry by her each day and night whilst they go up and down the busy street in the town.


Intense curiosity shop

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