Tuesday, June 7, 2016

I Miss That


Coffee. Alone. With my camera. Sitting with sense of time. Sipping coffee. With no sense of time.
Time is our enemy. Time is slow. Time is fast, Time is never ending. But we are. We are finite and time is not. But we go along together. Please come with me. Let us drink for life.

Dammam tonight? Let's go!

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