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Sep 2016
Mystical weather beneath a starry lit sky. Rippling effect for the lake below. Being together so warm and close. The calm breeze cooling our necks. Tingling our souls: binding a moment which will endure forever. So don't lie here disbelieving what very few souls ever experience. Entangled fingers and toes. How this feels like true spiritual love.  The fire is dying low. Not wanting to go. So lost in the time spent it feels like the stars are falling. Lighting bugs flash their neon green light surrounding our souls into a peace bliss.
Don't know where this came from just closed my eyes and it came out. lolol
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ME  Wisconsin
(Wisconsin)   
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   Wanderer
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