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July 10th, 2009
01:51 am
And it felt like the city belonged to us, as I jumped along the fancy stones on my heels and held on to his elbow not to fall down. The rain was our song, and all the people were gone. Nothing ever feels as good as this shared moment of freedom.
P.s. Dear darling sister, I still miss you.
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Sviesta Ciba |