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A picture in 365 slices. Each slice is one day of the year.

A picture in 365 slices. Each slice is one day of the year.

Nobody notices when we leave. I mean, the moment when we really choose to go. At best you might feel a whisper, or the wave of a whisper, undulating down. I was here for a moment. And then I was gone.
The Lovely Bones (via 500daysofbac0n)