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Winds in the east, mist coming in. Like something is brewing, about to begin. Can’t put me finger, on what lies in store. But I feel what’s to happen, all happened before.
—Mary Poppins (via iloveeverythingreally)

(Source: ruinedchildhood)

maybe we was going blind but could remember the brush strokes..

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