- Reads 159
- Votes 13
- Parts 15
- Time 7m
Ongoing, First published Nov 09, 2016
Some days we can just live in the moment. But some days it's as if we're being left behind. It's hard to look at our own bare feet racing across the pavement, when all we can see are the unreachable objects speeding past us. Sometimes it feels like all we're here for is to watch the cars that pass by.All Rights Reserved
Table of contents
- A C a r P a s s e d B yFri, Nov 11, 2016
- C o l o rFri, Nov 11, 2016
- H o w S a dFri, Nov 11, 2016
- S i d e w a y sFri, Nov 11, 2016
- T h i n k o f y o uFri, Nov 11, 2016
- T h e O t h e r S i d eFri, Nov 11, 2016
- P i c kFri, Nov 11, 2016
- W a i t i n gWed, Nov 30, 2016
- L e a v e sWed, Nov 30, 2016
- G r a yWed, Nov 30, 2016
- S o m e D a y sWed, Jan 4, 2017
- A B i r dMon, Feb 20, 2017
- H e r S m i l e sMon, May 29, 2017
- G r o w i n g U pMon, Jul 10, 2017
- L a s t W o r d sMon, Jul 10, 2017
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