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[lovedork]

october's come; a bittersweet, apple-cider sort of story framed by train tracks and laced with fog. forging the evergreen wood, cutting through northwestern fields, we find a lonely, saddening sound that echoes against the pacific mountain ranges. when we stop to take in the ceadar fragrance, our breathing slows and we can hear the whimper in the

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[happy_bunny2004]

ooh i have missed you...i added you
lyssa

[summerfool]

i'v also added you, if it's ok?