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Scuffing shoes slowly make their way towards a hazy destination. A few jokes break the relaxing silence of lovely company. Searching the clustered banks of the shoreline. Illegal trespassing. Breaking glass. Hairless tennis ***** Years of smoothed and broken decay. No wind. Rising tide. All ours. Happy smiles.
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Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 4:17 PM UTC
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Scuffing shoes slowly make their way towards a hazy destination. A few jokes break the relaxing silence of lovely company. Searching the clustered banks of the shoreline. Illegal trespassing. Breaking glass. Hairless tennis ***** Years of smoothed and broken decay. No wind. Rising tide. All ours. Happy smiles.
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Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 4:17 PM UTC
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