.::So I turned myself to face me::.
Breath in a deep breath.
Do you smell it?
So clean, so clear.
That crisp winter smell.
On the Cusp of something new
Standing on the edge, peering over
Ready?
Me neither
But still, I leap
Breath in a deep breath.
Do you smell it?
So clean, so clear.
That crisp winter smell.
On the Cusp of something new
Standing on the edge, peering over
Ready?
Me neither
But still, I leap
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who is that?
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That’s a really nice tribute picture, but brief is spelled wrong. Not pointing it out to be a jerk or anything. *hugs*
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