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by ciara-ginelle

Each name is a splinter in the finger, a room full of regrets. Children running in grassy fields without shoes. The wind in 80 degree weather. Velvet. Soft. Reminding. Forever.

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Aug 6, 2014

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Tags: #love #summer #spring #children

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