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All days are bright, all days are warm and gentle. There is no distance between myself and the most enviable lapping of the surf along the shore, because you are here. How does the miracle happen? Consider my heartbeat without yours. Consider my thump, and your thump now coming together under the skin, and here arrives another thump, another drumming, a falling and rising and falling and splashing. We have replicated the vocation of the oceans, and our creation knows that he knows, and what does he dare do with this knowledge - he laughs. There is no greater proclamation of love pulsing among any of the wild beasts of the deep.
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Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 1:01 AM UTC
Baby Anon
All days are bright, all days are warm and gentle. There is no distance between myself and the most enviable lapping of the surf along the shore, because you are here. How does the miracle happen? Consider my heartbeat without yours. Consider my thump, and your thump now coming together under the skin, and here arrives another thump, another drumming, a falling and rising and falling and splashing. We have replicated the vocation of the oceans, and our creation knows that he knows, and what does he dare do with this knowledge - he laughs. There is no greater proclamation of love pulsing among any of the wild beasts of the deep.
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Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 1:01 AM UTC
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