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Sep 2018
We are us and us is we but not you or me but me and you.

Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday causes the mind to be hazy though and the letters on the pages take on new meanings.

If I had a home in a tree, would you come with me? We could live in between the bark, the leaves and the howling of the wind.

I’ve never felt so strange and so sure at the same time. Take a dip into the salty waves before us and join the sea with me.

This
Is
Love
Tiffany Merkel
Written by
Tiffany Merkel  23/F/New York
(23/F/New York)   
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