Friday Nov 23, 2012

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A Walk

I passed your house today. I didnt mean to. I just went for a walk and found myself on your street, strange. I had forgotten where you live, and the smell of the oak trees. Its quiet here on Sunday morning, I can hear the breeze.

I find myself slowing down and remembering the last night I walked through your door, its slow...
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jackrabbit_:

pretty!