I've been wanting to write but then, it's also been the last thing on my mind all summer. I've searched for perfectly constructed sentences but I've contented myself with finding them in other people's work. And I did, only they weren't always written. Sometimes it was a sunset. On certain evenings the sky in California turns pink, not just around
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