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three of us sat a table as one of us had peanut butter and the two of us has ichiban soup discussing the things that came to mind We walked to our favourite street walking to one end to the other we watch the river flow strolling down a narrow path filled with green ad yellow leaves as falls comes in We come on this little beach one of us sits on a rock the other takes pictures and me skipping rocks across the water we start walking back as we stop at a unique bush as we discuss what it could be called one of us say "in french its pronounced "seul pleurer" " we're quiet for some time breathing in the moment we have we talk about the seasons we love we laugh we're friends cloudy afternoon happy afternoon good days
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Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 1:10 AM UTC
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three of us sat a table as one of us had peanut butter and the two of us has ichiban soup discussing the things that came to mind We walked to our favourite street walking to one end to the other we watch the river flow strolling down a narrow path filled with green ad yellow leaves as falls comes in We come on this little beach one of us sits on a rock the other takes pictures and me skipping rocks across the water we start walking back as we stop at a unique bush as we discuss what it could be called one of us say "in french its pronounced "seul pleurer" " we're quiet for some time breathing in the moment we have we talk about the seasons we love we laugh we're friends cloudy afternoon happy afternoon good days
september 6th 2013 z.e.r
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Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 1:10 AM UTC
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