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This is my letter to my family and friends, this is not where our journey ends.
Hush! See that glowing of the river-nymph, skin lit with the sun’s admiration? Trust the slow glide of the wind’s tresses to lead her back to home. She dances with a flame that sears
Matthew, You do not know the person writing to you today, nor could you ever fathom her existence. You also do not know how capable you are for revolutionary metamorphosis, you must learn;
Soft peach cheeks Fat and lovely sweet; my babygirl Her voice is soothing and deep Like the ocean’s waves She is a caterpillar