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especial January 13 2008, 17:04:45 UTC
"drunkenly stumbling through snow-covered streets, her hand wrapped in mine wrapped in a hand-knit froggie mit."

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"there are no words for the places we've been. in hallways and windowsills and doorways and walking down the street covered in fresh falling snow."

= gorgeous. actual poetry.
also, congrats! aha<3

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dreamsreflected January 13 2008, 18:30:24 UTC
*grin*

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