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smileynev
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....sometimes, at night, when I'm all alone, I think of you.
I think of the day we spent up at the cabin. The leaves falling through the crisp autumn air, colors swirling about in a euphoric kaleidascope. I think of the roaring fire, the bearskin rug, your skin next to mine. I think of the effortless moments lost gazing into your soft blue eyes. Your hands, gentle and tender, caressing my face....
I think of the day we spent up at the cabin. The leaves falling through the crisp autumn air, colors swirling about in a euphoric kaleidascope. I think of the roaring fire, the bearskin rug, your skin next to mine. I think of the effortless moments lost gazing into your soft blue eyes. Your hands, gentle and tender, caressing my face....