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    I Am Still Looking Too...

    It's a warm night as we lay next to the campfire enjoying the star's and music of the animals. I run my finger ever so softly from your hand to your shoulder, together here smiling at last. But as you call my name your voice fades and the mornning sun comes through my window...
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    1 Response Dec 28, 2009
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