Hold my hand against the crashing waves, through the howling winds, and across the plains of gold. Step with me to the song that resonates from within the cage of my chest.
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Hold my hand against the crashing waves, through the howling winds, and across the plains of gold. Step with me to the song that resonates from within the cage of my chest.
Absolutely beautiful…
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Thank you!
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Irresistible plea, irresistible imagery: a gorgeous micro-poem in prose.
Christine, I love it.
Paul
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Thank you so much!
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wull … let the caged bird sing, christine …. ks
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Lovely
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Thank you!
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adorable
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