kenkantor: The tunnel at the end of the light.
kenkantor: Way out guys.
kenkantor: We'll always have polaroids of Paris.
kenkantor: Running out of things to say, I decided to walk away.
kenkantor: So close and yet so far.
kenkantor: Those lost at sea.
kenkantor: The treasure I'd heard so much about.
kenkantor: Beautiful, but nothing there.