lapping waves. sapphire's
sonorous, salt-aired perfume.
sweet synesthesia.
How does it work?
Fantastic!!!💕💖😊
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born at night: pale blue fell upon our knees: sans pew now florid: age two
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Fantastic!!!💕💖😊