then swing your window open
infrequent musings from maine king tut's weasel.
Friday, December 07, 2012
here, tonight.
fire on high street
soul destroying to see more of my beautiful city disappear. as if earthquakes weren't enough.
this block of high street was home to many of my regular haunts pre-quake. makes me cry.
goodnight christchurch
xe
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