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Monday, February 2, 2009

Remembering Dreams

I don't remember much. But I remember the way we fit together so perfectly and cleanly, in the purest of wholesome ways, we just fit together like puzzle peices and lay like that in each others arms while I tried so hard not to fall asleep or wake up.
Posted by Andrea at 7:41 PM

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