Hotel Fort Canning, Singapore
"The breath of the morning
I keep forgetting
The smell of the warm summer air
I live in a town
Where you can't smell a thing
You watch your feet
For cracks in the pavement..."
, sings Thom Yorke.
Currently homebound for a month. Right now I can only reminisce the days of frolicking in the sunset, going places, eating whatever I like, holding his hand.
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