
Tears fell when love’s breloque broke even though it only fell to be found—and hand-clasped walk that arvo met, familiarly, with breaking waves’ wetness followed by comforting brilliance amidst crashings’ sound.
Tears fell when love’s breloque broke even though it only fell to be found—and hand-clasped walk that arvo met, familiarly, with breaking waves’ wetness followed by comforting brilliance amidst crashings’ sound.
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