She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Friday, September 07, 2007
Someday, we aren't coming home.
We'll open that window and sneak right out.
Someday, the night air will hold us and welcome us, as the neon lights pop into being and the warm embers of the twilight sing songs only made for our ears.
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