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Later, I want to tell you the story of your Death Disco - how surprisingly beautiful it was for us all. But for now, I leave this her...
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2 comments:
Oh! I've never seen you look so beautiful than when you're among books... (though being with a spanky husband by the sea is pretty close)
beautiful beautiful beautiful.
i hope to see that second photo in the banner of booklings in a few minutes...
regarding picture number one...oh i am so in love with you two. you are my mourning doves on the west coast, gently singing outside the window of my soul...
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