311 you are my flooded streets and icy fields
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you are my flooded streets and icy fields and dew covered baseball dugouts and shivering ducks bathing in overflowing streams
you are my stolen jeans and dirty chai and friends laughing in the car because i had to see you one more time before you drove away
you are my perfectly fit hands and warmest skin and delicious scent i’ll never forget
you are my deepest thoughts and butterfly knots and how my breath caught in my chest when you ran to me
you are my first kiss of winter
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
you are my flooded streets and icy fields and dew covered baseball dugouts and shivering ducks bathing in overflowing streams
you are my stolen jeans and dirty chai and friends laughing in the car because i had to see you one more time before you drove away
you are my perfectly fit hands and warmest skin and delicious scent i’ll never forget
you are my deepest thoughts and butterfly knots and how my breath caught in my chest when you ran to me
you are my first kiss of winter
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
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