Summer. A warm breeze, warming the heart. I smiled one last time at the world I had lived in for so many years. My beautiful eyes seemed to gaze at something, and yet at nothing. Perhaps I was remembering, remembering for a long, long time. In this other world, we experienced joy and sorrow, laughter and tears, and a love we had never felt before...
Float by. . . . . Because it should look good,,,, I look forward to it,,,,
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Come on,,,, it looks great,,,,,