I remember when I came from the place where I love to go and there is no other place that I rather be. I remember this place a place of greatness a place of everything amazing and nothing was wrong. I remember and that is the most important thing in life. It's right next to you.
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Author:
Jason Humber (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2011 00:55
- Category: Love
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Comments2
🙂 I like it!
Fascinating! The place in the image is....where? (ya, stupid wee me!) And thither is your beloved....ah! She must surely cherish all these tender missives that I love to tease you about! A fun piece as usual. I enjoyed it, especially the surprising way it concluded.
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