On an overlook in Quarry Park; initials are carved.
Our love lasts forever in those grains of wood.
It's too bad we couldn't.
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
On an overlook in Quarry Park; initials are carved.
Our love lasts forever in those grains of wood.
It's too bad we couldn't.
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