breathe...breathe...breathe

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Absence of color brings a light to the the White Star Line


I can still smell the fresh paint.
The china had never been used.
The sheets have never been slept in.
Titantic was called the ship of dreams...
And it was.
It really was...

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