Dec 2018
It was a beautiful moonlit night,
He went down on his knees,
plucked the glowing moon,
and put it on my finger,
"Will you marry me?"
He went down on his knees,
plucked the glowing moon,
and put it on my finger,
"Will you marry me?"
(72/F/Tanzania)
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