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On a scale of 1-10, if you could save one person, and one person only; who would it be? Venetian beaches and Parisian streets, on the other side of the world, someone is drowning. Literally. Drowning. But on the flip side, 1+1= 2; or a window to peek outside and see that blue flamingo. That one, right there. Yes, you! You. You're the one I would save, scales impossible to measure the beauty of those architectural realms. Hurry up and float to me, you idiot, because U+I= love. Or is it the other way around?
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floral-sillage
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Jul 17, 2014
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Usually when you flip a coin, you want it to land on something in particular. You know what you want the outcome to be so you can decide.

The coin is still in the air,

and I haven't decided yet.

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