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You led me to the lighthouse, squat on the rolling lake of grass. Beneath the great guard we slid through the marshmallow heat to the edge of the land. Pressed into the sand below a blue sky, together we stopped, and let the lapping water wash.
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 7:22 AM UTC
We Stopped
You led me to the lighthouse, squat on the rolling lake of grass. Beneath the great guard we slid through the marshmallow heat to the edge of the land. Pressed into the sand below a blue sky, together we stopped, and let the lapping water wash.
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 7:22 AM UTC
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