The.Violet.One (23794)

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Monday December 13, 10

Grass Velveteen

07:08 PM

Too cold, it is. I shall fly to a balmy oak tree in an unknown forest. Sitting at this altitude, the mist appears gossamer. Everything shimmers. This is what his glance does to me. It resonates like no other, for we synchronise mightily.

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