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Touching the edge of the ocean, Avon-by-the-sea nestles it cloak of secrets pressed on the faces of its residents that reside in their humble abodes. After somersaulting through life, a man by the name of William watches his grandchildren tumble through galaxies of vivacious imagination. They roll around in the painted grass, flying through the tainted sky. If only he could join them. Words of glossolalia spurt and spill out of his mouth as he try's to spit out the endearing words, "I love you," to his wife standing beside him. He turns to her, and her eyes began to bloat with pellets of liquid despair. Shamelessly he turns his head down. She quickly entangles their fingers together. Like a puzzle piece, they interconnect perfectly. The silence continues on.. but the love remains.
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 6:12 PM UTC
If Only..
Touching the edge of the ocean, Avon-by-the-sea nestles it cloak of secrets pressed on the faces of its residents that reside in their humble abodes. After somersaulting through life, a man by the name of William watches his grandchildren tumble through galaxies of vivacious imagination. They roll around in the painted grass, flying through the tainted sky. If only he could join them. Words of glossolalia spurt and spill out of his mouth as he try's to spit out the endearing words, "I love you," to his wife standing beside him. He turns to her, and her eyes began to bloat with pellets of liquid despair. Shamelessly he turns his head down. She quickly entangles their fingers together. Like a puzzle piece, they interconnect perfectly. The silence continues on.. but the love remains.
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 6:12 PM UTC
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