the sun dips below the faraway hills while scattered clouds flame into lavenders, pinks and grays. ... CONTINUED

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i don't really know the blood that flows in his veins (though we happen to share the same last ... CONTINUED

on the ghost-white page we connect in a space far outside of time. and through these scribbled ... CONTINUED

with hands thrust deep into pockets the hours slip silently past one into next without ... CONTINUED

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