How wise I wonder is it wise to start, collecting thoughts that make my heart beat even faster as I form, a memory where the sun is warm. If I pass the rustling leaves down along where sunlight weaves patterns I have traced before; can I meet you there once more? Can I make the grass as green? This... Sign in to see full entry.
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