My Sun and Sea
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The purest days of contentment were those spent in the bright warmth of the sun and contrasting cool bliss of...
The purest days of contentment were those spent in the bright warmth of the sun and contrasting cool bliss of...
I took them in my hands and added them to the pile in the napthalened atmosphere of patient tension and...
(A dream) Every day, the ice cream truck would come down my street and I would meet it at the...
Living our lives at the speed of sound Plugging our ears won't slow it down A whisper travels as fast...
Unanticipated raindrops tap at the glass As grey inserts itself into the distant gas Stripes of rain bands drop from...