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Finally, It’s that time of year again.
They had never been closer in their month of love nor communicated more profoundly with one another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat’s shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.
recess like the tide into fog and memory by roadkill rabbit on Flickr.
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