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[our_fall]

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory --
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts when thou are gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

tonight
i went and played volleyball at the beach with people from church
we play every other sunday
& i go strictly because of steph and nick

i will miss them so much.