Season

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The Summer has forged new life in broken hearts. The future is no longer a dreadful fear, but an open book, with gusty wind flipping each page with careful admiration. The whisping sand still calls me. The water, still crashing onto the shore, the prospect of life uninterruptedly lived in the west growing closer. Her hand still in mine. I will

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[ginamelie]

yes eternal roomies. I love u! WEE