She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
You are sweetness and light. You are the stars and moon in the sky. You are the purple in the horizon before the sun sets. You are the morning dew and the fog that rolls through the night. You are the smile I see when I look in the mirror.
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