Ate dinner down a stolen alley, tangled with fairy lights.
Acoustic tones and the murmur of conversation followed me through the tunnel.
I walked St Kilda, it was dusk and Luna park stood white against the water.
The path smelt like wine.
Someone was missing?
Acoustic tones and the murmur of conversation followed me through the tunnel.
I walked St Kilda, it was dusk and Luna park stood white against the water.
The path smelt like wine.
Someone was missing?
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