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blackarcher256 · 61-69, M
Those rare moments of great joy, where we are lost in pure emotion and the heart sings a song that is ours alone.
The sun on my face, the wind in my hair, and the songs I sing to the sky
Purple…for no reason at all
The sun on my face, the wind in my hair, and the songs I sing to the sky
Purple…for no reason at all

