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I was in the shower, gazing out of the window.
The sun was setting.
An airplane flew south and it made me think of you.

we could travel somewhere far where we've never been.
hold my hand while I look out the window.
so many hills and mountains I can't climb.
farmland for miles, maybe a few lights.
I wish we could, but we have real lives.
4/x for him
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emilie  13/Northern California
(13/Northern California)   
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