Decadent Glory
Crumbling Beauty
Cascading History
Decaying Grandeur
I feel this sometimes. Tonight I cannot sleep and feel more of the restraints than I care to admit. I crave change, yet I feel powerless.
Showing posts with label Venezia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Venezia. Show all posts
Friday, August 19, 2011
Venetian Prisons
Decadent Glory
Crumbling Beauty
Cascading History
Decaying Grandeur
I feel this sometimes. Tonight I cannot sleep and feel more of the restraints than I care to admit. I crave change, yet I feel powerless.
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