Strangeways, Here We Come

f8452-2011-09* When it ripples through everything friends prove to be forever unconditional. Colors fade into gray and dark black. Or violet. Once I was told that my soul was painted violet. Her soul has different colors, constantly shifting like the rain inside my head…

* “The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances. Both are transformed” (Carl Gustav Jung)

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