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Each morning begins with the same sweet embrace, your eyes distant but warm. I peek my head out the window and breathe deeply the succulent scents of spring. The cold air fills my lungs and I gasp, **** swallow in more.
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Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 10:32 AM UTC
Sweet Days
Each morning begins with the same sweet embrace, your eyes distant but warm. I peek my head out the window and breathe deeply the succulent scents of spring. The cold air fills my lungs and I gasp, **** swallow in more.
JoBarb
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Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 10:32 AM UTC
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