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And so, they ran as far as 7 year old muscles would let. Cutting across the softened hues of green and pinks on the end of a day. Where skinned knees were kissed with the warm promise that the smarting pain would be gone. Pinkys said shy hellos under bed-sheet tents, their hair haloed by the sunshine Eyes brighter, and cheeks crimson and freckled, all ready to take on the great big world.
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
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And so, they ran as far as 7 year old muscles would let. Cutting across the softened hues of green and pinks on the end of a day. Where skinned knees were kissed with the warm promise that the smarting pain would be gone. Pinkys said shy hellos under bed-sheet tents, their hair haloed by the sunshine Eyes brighter, and cheeks crimson and freckled, all ready to take on the great big world.
I realised, love comes in different forms, through different mediums, through people, time, I could go on, really. Night night! xo
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
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