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| daxle | carved by time: by waves, by hippies, by lovers; place feet carefully in crevices- be a stranger | 990511 |
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| Casey | Sitting on the edge of where ground and air meet, she and I embrace. The red and golden sun sets on the horizon. The cold night air chills our skin, but the heat radiating from your lips will last forever. | 011007 |
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| daxle | as we got up to end that moment only my restlessness could end, you stumbled a little in the sand, and we laughed nervously | 020829 |
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| birdmad | i had never had so much fun simply falling down | 020829 |