Thank You
Laying on the lightest mist, so softly ever more, fragile, and dainty, is all I adore. On the thread of uncertainty, is where my dreams lie, yet solid, in my soul expressed by a sigh. The sigh rides out to the great Universe, mingles with other sighs, perchance to converse. For what ever could it mean what ever could I do, if I didn't share a sigh, with the rest of you.
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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli