Sometimes the only person you want to talk to isn’t there and never will be there. And the violet dawn and the wind-tossed auburn copper beech can’t compensate.
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DAYS ARE WHERE WE LIVE
Sometimes the only person you want to talk to isn’t there and never will be there. And the violet dawn and the wind-tossed auburn copper beech can’t compensate.
DAYS ARE WHERE WE LIVE
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Sending love. LRH
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