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Dec 2015
The more growing that happens the more mature my love becomes.  Your love. I need to be a protector,  a protector for the love that you manifest into being. That which we are.
Time and the Ego are my only distractions. To say otherwise would be a "waste of time"  I miss You.
All of our moments together seem like dreams, dreams that come together and make a love story. One that is bright and true. Weird right? Good weird. The best. I'm grateful for our experiences together!
Stacy Mills
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Stacy Mills  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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