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| Thoughts imagined, highlighted appropriately in a fancy font. A corner secretly nibbled from a celebratory cake before the candles are even extinguished. Love slips silently between shade and light like the glint of a tail fin seen unexpectedly in a tranquil pool. Pebbles skim the surface and we're all just a hopscotch step away from the daisy filled meadows of the Summerland. |
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