Let's dream of another shore. A place where there is no sea or cloud. Just a valley and the straining echo of metallic woodwinds. In that place where people never grow old, and are always considerate. A place where we can pursue our dreams at our leisure and pace. When we can find the time, between the conventional extravagances of each others' bodies. When we aren't short of breath from the laughter of aching ribs.
9:14 p.m. - 2016-02-11
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