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Ash Ochoa Poetry
Categories: My PicturesTags: Black and white, History, Photography, Switchboard, Technology
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Sometimes it seems as if the past is still present. I can see that everything is over... But it feels like nothing has ended.
Whenever I go to somewhere we have been... I get shivers from the memories that stir from within...
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