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crated to an imperfection the moon and her's reflection. Glowing back at her in the lakes surface she wasn't nervous. She came here for a purpose. She sank her feet into the sand felt the water with her hands looked up at the moon thought of your face quickened her pace lowered her head underwater and never came back up to the lakes surface.
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Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
The moon and her
crated to an imperfection the moon and her's reflection. Glowing back at her in the lakes surface she wasn't nervous. She came here for a purpose. She sank her feet into the sand felt the water with her hands looked up at the moon thought of your face quickened her pace lowered her head underwater and never came back up to the lakes surface.
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Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
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