Circa Sometime

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26 August 2009

Roma

in the city, night is day. awash in the glow of ever-burning lamps, everything is illuminated. city streets flickers and shine like the stars they overshadow. in this light, you can see people for who they truly are. at night, it's bright enough to see the masks come off. to see the truth.
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