Sal0fDevil:
We'll get through it...
Sal0fDevil:
"People don't sweep their leaves anymore" - he said.
Sal0fDevil:
Afternoon walk
Sal0fDevil:
Frozen vein
Sal0fDevil:
Still
Sal0fDevil:
My November.
Sal0fDevil:
Thoughts and whispers
Sal0fDevil:
Chloe! Look!
Sal0fDevil:
Got so much thoughts in my mind...
Sal0fDevil:
She's escaping from this mess, Chloe.
Sal0fDevil:
Chloe
Sal0fDevil:
Crossroads
Sal0fDevil:
1949
Sal0fDevil:
Overburdened
Sal0fDevil:
There used to be harmony of happiness.
Sal0fDevil:
Misconceived.
Sal0fDevil:
Cold
Sal0fDevil:
The door is open, but it's not her home...
Sal0fDevil:
The Airport
Sal0fDevil:
There's a very white one, dear.
Sal0fDevil:
I love you grandma
Sal0fDevil:
Discouragement
Sal0fDevil:
The first Noel
Sal0fDevil:
Faith? I got you.
Sal0fDevil:
The Artist
Sal0fDevil:
Look.
Sal0fDevil:
Transience.
Sal0fDevil:
Lonely journey