Tendrils of soft white light fingered their way through the dark. In the distance, thunder murmured, leaving in its wake, whispers of the storm that accompanied it. The air was cold. The bitterness of the early morning summoned a cloud of fog to combat the incoming sunshine. Summer was over. Its reign had ended weeks before but still it fought on
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and referring back to the last several visits with eachother:
" when somthing is meant to happen it will happen and no sooner or later than when its suppose to happen." *shrugs with a small smile* i dunno...but that has been helping me keep my brain on school during this week..
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i dont know, just something i have been thinking about.
yeah senior cruise got me listening to kiss so yeah. =)
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