The sun bakes the back of his head and he sweats, but it's been so long since it hasn't rained he doesn't care. He pants as his feet pound the pavement, trees wavering in the light breeze, clouds roiling, pinching the blue and gold of the sky into tiny splashes of color - an impressionist's glory
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And Mmmmmm.
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Thanks lovely *snuggles*
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Hugs and love,
Shelley
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