In my dream, it was before sunset in an unfamiliar place, there were children playing in a sandbox and a few unoccupied swings still wavering with the wind. In the distance, the girl of my dream came running towards me, she wore a white dress, the wrinkles of her dress caught the remainder ...
ok, I was going to write about my views on true love at first. but the topic itself is overrated. instead, i'll write about something easy. first, the concept of blogging is like having an open diary so everyone and their mother can read it. i have held onto this opinion for quite some time now. ...
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