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There is no exact elaborate plan in place. Only a more general one. To sit on a rooftop and cut the skyline, talk all night about something good. Stars shine and with you, the whole galaxy suddenly feels like an emptied yogurt cup.

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Penmann

35 / M / Slovenia

For You?

Written by

Penmann

35 / M / Slovenia

Published

Jun 7, 2019

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