A day begins wholly different when the morning wakes to greet you, rather than you waking to greet the morning. The transition from night to day is miraculous to observe, going from dim to bright, silence to sound, from stillness to motion. Blink too slowly and you might miss it, too fast and you just can’t take it all in. I watched Edinburgh stir
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I loved this...twin stars in the vast sky whose lights crossed paths. I may have to save this in memories. I like the warm fuzzy feeling.
You smell quite yummy yourself, by the way.
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And there we go again, sharing thoughts without even realizing! I was thinking the same about your post.
Ah, thank you love, and the two scents together are pure bliss. ;-)
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You are now an official memory! *celebrates* ;)
I'm just smiling at that last statement. I was going to say something about sniffing one another but... :)
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So are you! Whoo! *parties*
Haha! I got this image from that of us snuffling one another, and the funny part is I really wouldn't put it past us. :-P
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I remember that first night when we were laying on the bed talking and the only thing I could smell was your scent. Nothing else was lofting in the air but you. I remember your giggle when my nose bumped your skin and the way you blushed when I told you it was delicious.
If I didn't know better, I would think we were related. ;)
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I cannae think of a thing to reply here, now I'm lost in sweet vanilla memories...
Aye, you're like a sister without the squabbling. Or perhaps a better example might be "kissing cousins" instead, ay? :-*
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I have something for you to help the memories to linger.
Good call. I would much rather be a kissing cousin than a squabbling sister. :-* Besides, you shouldn't kiss your sister like that. ;)
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Really come to think on it, I'm not sure it's kosher to kiss a cousin like that either, haha! ;-)
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