Tinkerbell dust
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Last night, at around 7:30pm, Axo grabbed my hand, dressed me in warm clothes, and drove me to a lookout off the Angeles Crest. We just stood there in the brisk, night air looking at the heat dancing lights. I'm guilty of forgetting how lucky I am to have him sometimes, but other times I'm acutely reminded of just why I've chosen to call him Home.
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Last night, at around 7:30pm, Axo grabbed my hand, dressed me in warm clothes, and drove me to a lookout off the Angeles Crest. We just stood there in the brisk, night air looking at the heat dancing lights. I'm guilty of forgetting how lucky I am to have him sometimes, but other times I'm acutely reminded of just why I've chosen to call him Home.
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