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Home again. I hold the door, and sigh. Holding my axe in one hand, Orange, white, and red plaid shirt. Chin covered in stubble. A warm fire inside. My sweetheart reading by the hearth. A glance up. Her light blue eyes, so inviting. Her smile. I enter. And rest.
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Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC
"Are You A Lumberjack?" "No, I wish."
Home again. I hold the door, and sigh. Holding my axe in one hand, Orange, white, and red plaid shirt. Chin covered in stubble. A warm fire inside. My sweetheart reading by the hearth. A glance up. Her light blue eyes, so inviting. Her smile. I enter. And rest.
I am home again.
jackledead
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Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC
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