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The lake

by @max-o

Same time as everyday when the sun is setting, the boy goes to the lake. Sits and sits, he waits. . .until, Here she comes. No name, no knowledge of who she is. She just comes and sits on the opposite side of the lake as he. Both in full view of the sun. . .so beautiful. Both look at eachother, and the sun as it goes down. When the sun goes down, she disapears for the night. He sees her everyday, but he hasn't said a word to her, not knowing how she feels about him. . .he asks himself, "Can you fall in love with someone who you share such little time with?"
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Jul 20, 2011
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