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Saturday, October 10, 2009

The Way The Sunlight Hit Her Skin In What Was To Be Our Garden

how much better would life be if every night meant falling asleep with face buried where cheek meets shoulder?
Posted by mchapm at 3:07 AM
Labels: God Bless Us Those Beyond Lucky

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