roo_roo_s: Glances through windows.
roo_roo_s: The ever changing streets of my city.
roo_roo_s: The gathered in the shadows at the door of the cathedral, seeking redemption or salvation or searching for meaning.
roo_roo_s: I wish you were here, for one last conversation.
roo_roo_s: We all seem to need the help of someone else to mend that shelf of too many books, read me your favourite line
roo_roo_s: I’ll follow you anywhere, through broken gate and unlocked doors
roo_roo_s: You will always be on my horizon
roo_roo_s: P U B L I C
roo_roo_s: If you were the last remaining thing.
roo_roo_s: In the shadow of the minster.