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Jan 26, 2011 02:07

its'all i got
he said

the sun was setting over the pacific and although we thought that we had hiked a good bit up the hills, i swore i could still smell -- very faintly -- the delicious odor of fish on the grill. i salivated and a warm breeze picked up tousling his hair; lit up and a live, suddenly glowing auburn and yellow from the slant rays it appeared, as like a beautiful visage.


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