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The setting sun has a way of creeping up on you with cherry red coloured dreams nights as naughty as little gnomes flitting about in escapades of soft silk lusts. Once the night embraces you with its cloak of stars velvet summer laziness and tomorrows never there its time to take the fullness of today into the emptiness of tomorrow and slip into that twilight zone where all the magic materializes on why we love these special spring days. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 2:32 PM UTC
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The setting sun has a way of creeping up on you with cherry red coloured dreams nights as naughty as little gnomes flitting about in escapades of soft silk lusts. Once the night embraces you with its cloak of stars velvet summer laziness and tomorrows never there its time to take the fullness of today into the emptiness of tomorrow and slip into that twilight zone where all the magic materializes on why we love these special spring days. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
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