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Mar 30, 2009 23:07

I can't remember what we talked about, I can never remember things like that.  She wore green, her hair fell along her back, between her delicate shoulder blades.  I remember walking with my right arm around her waist, the warmth of her body, the smell of her skin.

And I remember that no matter where we were, no matter what she wore, she would always remind me of home.
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