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there it was – for just a moment in the darkness, a flash of something pure a flurry of shadow and softness the cool night – comfortable in her own […]
there it was – for just a moment in the darkness, a flash of something pure a flurry of shadow and softness the cool night – comfortable in her own […]
When I sort through my oldest memories There’s a figure prominently featured He’s wearing a white t-shirt and faded blue jeans Lying on the living room floor on a Sunday […]