Night
I love the crunch of autumn leaves beneath my feet as I walk with my little dog under Orion's watchful gaze, and the smell of fireplaces hangs lightly in the air while thoughts of my boyfriend linger in my mind.
I am made unlike any one I have ever met; I will even venture to say that I am like no one in the whole world. I may be no better, but at least I am different. ~Rousseau
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Lovely entry.
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