If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: A Time to Remember

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Monday, January 14, 2008

A Time to Remember

The sweet scent of innocence is the brush of a winter night savoring in the mindless moment of star gazing and that first kiss, when only breathlessness and pounding heartbeats could be heard over the silence of first love. Sign in to see full entry.

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