Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
- Anais Nin

Photographer:
sunshinelense
Uploaded:
2010-09-02
Camera:
Lomo LC-A (available in our shop)
City:
Brighton
Country/region:
United Kingdom
Albums:
X Process and Ruth