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starlightt1234

Published: Jul 29, 2014

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Hearing her laughter,
I try to remind myself
once again she's gone.

The Fire of Love.

OliviaMichalski

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Ethereal: Invisible but detectable.

Hey guys!

Tomorrow morning I'll be leaving to go on vacation with my family, so I decided to submit one last deviation, a parting gift if you will, until I get back. (though it's not really a big deal since I'll be back in. like 4-5 days.)

Enjoy!